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UNITED STATES OF AMEEICA. 




APPOMATTOX. 



The War of "the Bltte" and "the Gray." 



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By JAMES L. ROCHE. Z2>^^^ 



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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1892, by James 
L. Eoche, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, 
D. C. 



ERRATA. 

At pag*e 28, read immediately after the sixth line: — 

Blanche. [With a gesture of astonishment— in pouting tone] 
You're taking it very easy, Father — and a "Robber" — 
[Looking Rear — in tone of alarm] perhaps a Murderer! — 
hidin.s: in the House! — 



APPOMATTOX. 

The War of "the Blue" and "the Gray. 



ACT I. 

Scene T. [Oldham, a New England Village. Archibald Fer- 
guson's House. An Ante-room.] 

Gus Ferguson. [A young New England Lawyer. Tall, ath- 
letic, and of erect stature, with a serious, intellectual 
face. In every-day plain clothes, and wearing a dark 
soft Mat. With a firm deliberate step, entering by 
Right Entrance, a package of Mail matter in one hand, 
and an open Letter in the other. Halting — in soliloquy 
— in confident serious tone] It has come at last — the 
evil day on which our Country is to be drenched with 
fratricidal blood!— on which, from the Lakes to the 
Gulf and from Ocean to Ocean, will be kindled on our 
peaceful hill-sides, the Camp-fires of the greatest of 
"Civil Wars!"— [In regretful tone] — on which it will be 
the duty of the Northern patriot to go forth to slay his 
Southern brother! — [Suddenly assuming a gesture of 
horror — in thrilling patriotic tone] But did the pa- 
triot Heroes of the ''Revolution" fight in vain for 
American Liberty! — and did they bequeath to their 
Sons, to be capriciously "dissolved" by them, the sacred 
heritage of a "Union" cemented with their life-blood! — 
[In emphatic indignant tone] No! — [Advancing, a 
* step, and vigorously stamping the floor — in thunder 
tone] a thousand times, No! — [Reading from the Let- 
ter in his hand] While we can count them by the 
thousand yet — the admirers of the "Old Flag" — I 
greatly fear that the firm friendships contracted at Old 



2 Act I. Scene I. 

*'Staff ord," between the "Yankee Boys" and their South- 
ern fellow-students, will soon be ended— that the strong 
bonds that made them brothers, will soon be severed — 
severed by them in a long impending Conflict! — But 
should it be the decision of our State, to raise the Stand- 
ard of "Secession, and draw her sword in the Cause of 
"Southern Independence," that service would be the 
most'congenial to me, in which— on the "March," and 
in the "Bivouac," and the "Battle" — the comrade at my 
side should be of my kindred, or of the companions of 
my youth; and I should therefore don the "Rebel" uni- 
form [Petulantly laying down the Letter— in rebuk- 
ing tone] The hot-headed young Southron ! — to a Cause 
that at heart he condemns, he would give his sword — and 
his life-blood, too — for the poor reason that it would be 
the Cause — [In tone of condemnation] the Treason-Cause 
of >^/^ "section" of his country! [Facing the audience — in 
confident tone] But older heads will soon be seen, for 
like reason abjuring their allegiance to their Country! — 
Indeed, they can already be seen at the Capital of the Na- 
tion, in Southern men traitoriously vacating their places 
on the floor of Congress! And they can be seen in the 
high Army and Navy Officers of Southern birth, who 
are basely deserting their country's Flag, to draw their 
swords under the Standard of a Rebel "Section!" And 
should further proof be wanted, that abler thinkers 
than those Southern students who suddenly severed 
their connection with Stafford College, have been de- 
luded by the heresy of Secession, we have it in the with- 
drawal from the Federal Benches — to go and take up 
arms against their Country — of grave Judges of South- 
ern birth! [In startling rebuking tone] But let them 
all go! — The defection of Southern men — that deprives 
us of some of our best "Captains" — can only serve to 
prolong a Conflict [In vehement tone] that must be 
closed — [In solemn prophetic tone] that will be closed 
with a crowning victory for our arms! — [With firm step 
and erect bearing, he departs by Left Entrance.] 

[End of Scene I.J 



3 Act I. Scene II. 

Scene II. [Oldham. Archibald Fergason's House. A large 
Parlor. At Middle Rear, and Left, Front of Middle, 
wide open Doors. At Middle Left, and facing Rear, a 
Writing Desk. At Middle Right, a Mantle-Piece, with 
a hearth in which a bright Coal Fire shows in a Grate. 
A Sofa against the wall. Left, Front of open Door. 
Left of Centre, near Front, two Chairs — the one next 
to Left side, a large Easy Chair.] 

[Seated at Writing Desk, Miss Bessie Ferguson. 
Occupying a capacious Chair, Right, weil toward Front, 
Ben Adamson, Editor of the "Northern Light;'^ stand- 
ing before the Mantle-Piece, with his back to the Fire, 
Blake Stansbury, the Village Schoolmaster.] 

[A startling outburst of exclamations comes from Off, 
Right Rear.] 

Blake Stansbury. [Tall, lank, and conceited — well into the 
"Forties" — looking significantly at the great Editor — 
in, confident tone] That's late "News" about the 
movements of the "Fire-Eaters!" — [With bounding step, 
he departs, Right Rear.] 

Ben Adamson. [Of robust frame— with repulsive features, 
and a bushy head of slightly silvered Hair — well into 
the "Forties" — bounding to his feet, and looking Right 
Rear — in sarcastic confident tone] The Traitors are 
already at their bloody work! — but I've been looking 
for it. — [With hasty step, starting Right Rear] Yes — 
I've been looking for it. 

[The firing of a Cannon comes from Off, Middle Rear] 

Gus Ferguson. [With hasty step entering through open Door, 
Left, and with a gesture of Horror looking Middle 
Rear— in tone of indignation] Have they committed 
the fatal overt act — "fired" at the "Flag!" — [Looking 
Right Rear — in confident tone] And do I hear the ex- 
clamations of indignation that in our quiet village greet 
its announcement, as the terrible "News" is flashed 
through the land! — [Facing the audience — in tone of 
indignation] I am no "Anti-Slavery" Fanaiic— I am 
no rampant assailant of the South or her "Institutions." 



4 Act L Scene II.. 

But when I see Southern men hastily returning from- 
every point of the Compass, to their old homes, and 
arming themselves for the avowed purpose of forci- 
bly extending the area of "African Slavery" in this fair 
land, [In emphatic tone] I will henceforth be "Anti- 
Slavery" — and Anti everything — and everybody — fav- 
orable to that unholy revolutionary project! 

Bessie Ferguson. [A pleasant-faced young lady, well above 
the average height — of lithe symmetrical figure — a year 
or two out of her "Teens" — bareheaded, with a wealth 
of glossy dark Hair in a coil at the back of a shapely 
small head. Wearing a becoming indoor Dress. Ris- 
ing and going up to her Brother — in tone of solicitude]] 
Brother, can't they settle it, without going to War" — 

Gus Ferguson. [Looking gravely down at her] No — no — my 
Sister! — [In emphatic confident tone] And "African 
Slavery" is a blot on the escutcheon of our country, that: 
nothing can wipe out, but the blood of Freemen! — 

Bessie Ferguson. [In condemnatory tone] It would be a sad' 
spectacle, Brother, that that would exhibit the brave 
Men of the North engaged in bloody Battle with their 
brave Brothers of the South! — [In tone of solicitude] And 
I hope that my dear Brother will not have occasion to- 
participate in a conflict in which the foe before him 
should be his Countryman!— may, perhaps, be his Kins- 
man! — 

Gus Ferguson. [In grave tone] What you say, my good Sister, 
is too true! — [In solemn assuring tone] But my Country 
needs my sword! — And for a soldier's exciting life, I 
must exchange the more congenial one of peaceful pur- 
suits — [In sarcastic tone] to fight the battle that Ben 
Adamson — and Blake Stansbury — and people of their 
type of thinking have forced upon us! — [Looking 
gravely at her] And you, too, my Sister, can take part 
in the terrible Conflict — and help your Country in her 
darkest hour! — in ministering to the needs of the 
wounded and the sick. — [With manly bearing and firm, 
step, he departs through Middle Rear.] 



5 Act I. Scene II. 

•Bessie Ferguson. [Looking after him] I am proud of my 
Brother! — His "War" sentiments are tempered with 
moderation. He is no blusterer. — He is brave and 
patriotic, and he will give a good account of himself 
under his Counry's "Flag" — if we have "War." — 

Ben Adamson. [Bounding in, Right Rear -in exultant tone] 
They've put their foot in it, at last!— [Hastily crossing 
the Stage] The Traitors have put their foot in it, at 
last!— [He bounds out, Left Rear] 

Bessie Ferguson [Looking after him — in sarcastic tone] Gone 
mad at last, on the "Slavery Question" — 

Blake Stansbury. [Bounding in, Right Rear — joyfully gestic- 
ulating] Glorious "News!" — Glorious "News!" — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Approaching him, a step— in eager tone] 

What is it all about, Mr. Stansbury! — 
JBlake Stansbury. [He franticly bounds out, Left Rear] 

Bessie Ferguson. [Facing audience —in sarcastic tone] There 
goes another "Radical" Fanatic — with his head turned 
at last, by his "Anti-Slavery" "Hobby." — [Pointing to 
open Door, Left— in tone of satisfaction] I'll go on the 
Gallery — and there I may be able to learn something 
about this exciting "News" — that is driving the "Radi- 
cals" wild with joy — and that threatens to turn our 
staid old town into a very Bedlam. 

Ben Adamson. [Bounding in through Middle Rear — in indig- 
nant tone] The "NuUifiers" have put their foot in it, at 
last! — [In soliloquy — in sarcastic tone] They are seiz- 
ing the Government Arms and military Stores! — all of 
themthat they hadnot alreadystolen!" — and are secretly 
organizing an Army with which to occupy in force, the 
approaches to the National Capital— and prevent the 
"Inauguration" of our President! — [Bounding Right 
Rear — looking back — in exultant tone] "Forewarned" 
is "Forearmed!" — 

[A Fife and Drum Band playing a lively National 
air, is heard approaching, Off, Left Rear.] 

Blake Stansbury. [Through Middle Rear, bounding in, joy- 



6 Act I. Scene 11. 

fully gesticulating — suddenly turning round, and point- 
ing Left Rear — in exultant tone] The ''Wide Awakes" 
are coming in! 

[Immediately, the "Firing" of Cannon comes from^ 
Off, Middle Rear.] 

Blake Stansbury. [Joyfully gesticulating, he bounds out,, 
Right Rear] 

[The Fife and Drum Band approaching, suddenly 
stops playing, and from Men approaching, Left Rear — 
"Marching" to the tap of the Drum — comes, in Solo — in 
thrilling tone] 

We're coming, Uncle Abraham! — 
We're coming, all night long. — 

[Men wearing high Hats and Glazed Capes, and car- 
rying long white Poles surmounted with small Tin 
Lamps, with military step show filing past — from Left 
to Right — at Middle Rear — singing, in solo — in thrilling, 
tone] 

We started out, a pitiful few — 

But we're now Ten Thousand Strong! — 

[By all — in Chorus] 

Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — 
Ten thousand Volunteers — 
The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope — 
Her Sturdy Mountaineers! 

[Suddenly halting and facing Front — in Solo] 

We are the sons of patriot sires. 

And Patriots, too, are we. — 

We march as marched our brave sires, too — 

To Death or Victory! — 

[By all — in Chorus] 

Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — 
Ten thousand Volunteers — 
The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope— 
Her Sturdy Mountaineers! 



7 Act I. Scene III. 

We tear ourselves from weeping wives! — 
From Mothers, too, who'll mourn 
And look for gallant "Soldier Boys" 
Who will never home return! — 
[Raising to their eyes, their Pocket Handkerchiefs — 
by all — in Chorus] 

Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — 

Ten thousand Volunteers — 

The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope — 

Her Sturdy Mountaineers! 

[Facing Right, and "marking time," — by all — in 
Chorus] 
We're coming, Uncle Abraham! — 
We're coming, all night long. — 
We started out, a pitiful few — 
But we're now Ten Thousand Strong! — 
Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — 
Ten thousand Volunteers — 
The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope — 
Her Sturdy Mountaineers! 
[With quick step, they promptly proceed, Right] 

[End of Scene II ] 

Scene III. [Entrance to Encampment of "Oldham Blues," 
Off, Right Front. A Field Tent— above which the "Stars 
and Stripes" is waving— is in plain view] 

Captain Ferguson. ) 

Ben Adamson. f [With deliberate step, they enter to- 

gether, from the Camp] 

Ben Adamson. [Bounding before the Captain — in savage tone] 
We must not show any mercy to them. Captain! — and 
it will not take us the half of "Three Months," to drive 
the "Traitors" into the Gulf!— all of them that'll get 
away from us in the first Battle! — 

Captain Ferguson. [Gus Ferguson, in a Captain's Army Blue 
Uniform — looking composedly at him] How should we 
dispose of the Prisoners whom we should take in 
Battle— 



8 Act I. Scene III. 

Ben Adamson. [In bloodthirsty tone] Raise the "Black Flag," 
Captain!— and give the "Traitors" no "Quarter!" — and 
you'll have no "Prisoners" to "Feed!" — or to "Guard!" — 

Captain Ferguson. Should some of our misguided Countrymen 
lay down their arms, and surrender to us, what should 
we do with them — 

Ben Adamson. [Violently motioning his arm toward Door — 
in emphatic merciless tone] Take the "Traitors" out, 
at once — and shoot down the "Privates!" — and "string 
up" the "Officers!" — That's the way t) make short 
work of the "Slaveholders'" Rebellion! 

Captain Ferguson. What should we do with the non-combat- 
ants whom we should meet on our way, in our advance 
through the enemy's territory — the old men, for in- 
stance? — and the women and children? — 

Ben Adamson. [Pointing back — in merciless tone] Dont leave 
a living enemy — of either sex, or of any condition — 
behind you. Captain! — if you have to burn "Rebel Sym- 
pathizers" out of House and Home! — and to drive them 
before you, to the Sea! 

Captain Ferguson. [In sarcastic rebuking tone] Would you 

have a great Army fighting victoriously for universal 

freedom, descend from its high plane, to wage upon 

defenceless women, and upon the aged and feeble, a 

' ruthless War of "Extermination!" 

Ben Adamson. [Brandishing at him his raised finger] The 
pretty enemy in "Petticoats," Captain, has ever been 
the Soldier's most dangerous enemy. And should one 
of those "Down South" famed "Creole Beauties" — who 
are sure to be in great number in the Secret Service of 
the Rebel Government, and who, very likely, will be 
arrayed in the humble garb of meek "Sisters of Char- 
ity" — want to cross your lines, put her down for a 
"Rebel Spy!" — [In bloodthirsty tone] and have her 
immediately seized, and unceremoniously hanged from 
the nearest Tree! 

Captain Ferguson. [With affected seriousness looking at 
him] Mr. Adamson! what part do you intend to take 



9 Act I. Scene III. 

in the work of "whipping" those refractory people 
whose annihilation you so urgently advocate? 

Ben Adamson. [Assuming a pompous attitude] Some of 
us should stay at home, Captain — to run the Govern- 
ment — and to "stir up" the "Boys," when there's a new 
"Call" for Troops- 
Captain Ferguson [Turning away— looking contemptuously 
back] To do the "Outrage" business, eh! 
[An "Assembly" call comes from the Camp, 
Off, Right Front] 
["Blue Coat" Privates run in,' from Left Entrance, and 
hastily crossing the Stage, bound Right, into Camp] 

Ben Adamson. [Pompously approaching him — in blustering 
tone] And we'll go down there, ourselves, Captain — 
Blake and myself — 

Captain Ferguson. [Starting toward Camp — looking back — 
in rebuking tone] Yes — when the fighting is all done — 
and the plundering begins! — 

Ben Adamson. [Following him — in arrogant tone] And the 
New Government will need a little Army of "Loyal" 
Citizens— like myself — for "Tax-Collectors" — and — 

Captain Ferguson. [He motions him back] 

Ben Adamson. [Turning left around, and going Front — in 
tone of ridicule] What "part" do "I intend" to "take" 
in the great Yankee War of Negro "Emancipation?" — 
[In sonorous hearty tone] ha! ha!! ha!!! — 

Captain Ferguson. [He shows hastily returning. He sud- 
denly halts] 

Ben Adamson. [Thrusting his hands into a pair of deep 
breeches Pockets, and throwing his legs wide apart — in 
emphatic serious tone] To fill these little Pockets — 
[Patting his ill-developed abdomen] and to greatly 
increase this avoirdupois — [Putting his hand back 
down into his deep Pocket, and throwing forward his 
abdomen — in mocking tone] this is the very "part" 
that this bold patriot intends to "take" in that bloody 
Drama — [In sonorous hilarious tone] ha! ha!! ha!!! — 



10 Act 1. Scene IV. 

[Glancing right round back — with a gesture of Horror 
— in tone of mortification — Aside] The Devil! — [With 
a bearing of humiliation departing hastily, Left, look- 
ing right around at audience — thrusting his hands deep 
into his breeches Pockets, and throwing forward his 
abdomen — in undertone — in hilarious tone] "Running 
the Government" — and ''stirring up the Boys" - ha! ha!— 

Captain Ferguson. [Advancing, and looking at audience — in 
sarcastic tone] Should he ever follow us, I thought it 
would be far behind— carrying an empty Satchel. — 
[With hasty step, he departs, Left.] 

[End of Scene IIL] 

Scene IV. [Scene II, repeated] 

[Beside Writing Desk — in view of audience — a large 
Black Satchel sets on the Floor] 

Captain Ferguson. ) 

Bessie Ferguson, j [With slow step, they enter together, 
through open Door, Left, and turn Front] 

Captain Ferguson. [Looking down at her, on his left — in 
serious tone] If it depended on my will, my Sister, I 
should be spared the sharp pang [Pointing to his heart] 
that I feel at this moment — at the thought of my sepa- 
ration — it maybe for years — from one so dear to me! — 
But at Washington, they are looking for trouble, 
soon — from some contemplated bold operation of the 
"Rebels"— of which they have secret advice. — And 
they have called upon the "Loyal" North, for Troops, 
with all possible haste! 

Bessie Ferguson. [In a Dress different from that worn by 
her when last seen, in Scene II — through her tears 
looking up at him — in sorrowful tone] Then, that 
expectation of the "Politicians" is not yours, Brother — 
that on sight of the "Boys in Blue" in force, the Rebels 
will throw down their arms, and run back to their 
homes; and that, therefore, your mission to the 
National Capital will prove a splendid "Pleasure 
Excursion." — 



11 Act I. Scene IV. 

Captain Ferguson. [In sarcastic tone] The unprincipled 
Politician^! — of both sides! — who are solely responsible 
for the impending Conflict, have no idea of the magni- 
tude of their joint wicked work! — [In assuring tone] 
The brave Men of the South are not drawing their 
swords in a Cause that is dear to them, to sheathe them 
without "fighting" for that Cause! — [In earnest confi- 
dent tone] And "fight" for it they will — and "fight" 
well! — as they have always done! — done everywhere! — 
[In serious tone] And the "Oldham Blues" will be 
among the first Troops who will give them Battle! — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Looking up at him — in tremulous tone] 
How can I tell my poor Father — who is forever asking 
for you — that you will leave home, soon! — 

Captain Ferguson. [With a gesture of Horror] That in- 
formation I want withheld from him — until the last 
moment! — [In solemn tone] And would to Heaven 
that I could be spared altogether, the torture of a final 
"Leave-Taking" with him! 

[A Bugle call comes from Off, Right Rear] 

Captain Ferguson. [Pointing to open Door, Left — in urgent 
tone] Go tell him that I was in the House— asking for 
him — [With hasty step, he departs. Right Rear] 

Bessie Ferguson. [Looking admiringly after him] I shall 
soon lose the best of Brothers! — [Going toward Writ- 
ing Desk] What more tokens of sisterly devotion can 
I give him! — dear momentoes of home — that would be 
doubly dear to him when far away! — [Seating herself 
at Desk, and pulling open a little Drawer, at top — and 
withdrawing from it, a small dark Case, and holding it 
up— in sorrowful tone] When he opens this, [Opening 
it] he will find what I know he will prize dearly — 
[Holding up its contents] a Locket containing his only 
Sister's Likeness — and a Lock of her Hair! — [Consigning 
the articles to the Satchel, and pulling open, another 
Drawer, and looking into it ] And when he unpacks 
his Satchel, he will find in it — from his dear Father — 
what he committed to my charge, to put in his "Dear 



12 Act I. Scene IV. 

Boy's" Trunk, when he would be ''going to the War" — 
[Holding them up, and tenderly consigning them to the 
Satchel] a Meerchaum Pipe — a Tobacco Pouch [Smel- 
ling it] filled with the best of Tobacco — and [Fondly 
kissing it, as she withdraws it] his own dear Likeness! — 
[Longingly gazing at the dear picture — in tone of 
sorrow] My poor old Father! [Sobbing, she tenderly 
consigns to the Satchel, the dear Souvenir] 

Archibald Ferguson. [Off, open Door, Left, halting in a fit of 
hard coughing, he is heard approaching] 

Bessie Ferguson. [Hastily closing Satchel, and setting it back 
out of sight] I dont want him to know what I've been 
doing! — [Rising and applying her Pocket Handkerchief 
to her eyes] And with telltale wet eyes I dont want to 
meet him. 

Archibald Ferguson. [Of robust frame, and with prepossess- 
ing, venerable features, and flowing White hair — in 
loose Dressing-Gown, and leaning on a strong Walking- 
staff, suddenly appearing at open Door, Left, he coughs 
convulsively] 

Bessie Ferguson. [Bounding toward him] My dear Father! — 
[Taking firm hold of his left arm, and leading him to- 
ward the Easy Chair] You have not yet got rid of that 
distressing Cough — 

Archibald Ferguson. [Falling heavily into the Chair — in 
sonorous despairing tone] No — my Child — and I fear I 
never will --get rid of that Cough. — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Seating herself beside him, and affection- 
ately smoothing back his disheveled Hair — in cheer- 
ing tone] But you coughed much harder, yesterday, 
Father — and you are looking much better, today — 

Archibald Ferguson. [Looking around the apartment] I 
coul 1 see my "Dear Boy," every day — before they 
made him "Captain" of the "Company." — [In tone of 
satisfaction] But may be he hasn't the time to spare — 
from his important duties. — And I want "Gus" to be a 
good Soldier -and a Patriot — like his Father. — [In trem- 
ulous tone] He's all I have! — but I'm willing to give 



13 Act I. Scene IV. 

him to my Country — in her present hour ot great 
peril! — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Sobbing, she turns her face away] 

[A thrilling martial air comes from Off, Right Rear] 

Archibald Ferguson. [Glancing Rear — in soliloquy — in grave 
tone] I always believed that it would come to this — 
soon or late! — But I didn't want to live to see it! — 
[Abstractedly — in tremulous tone] We'll be very lonely, 
when "Gus" is gone! — [Sobbing, he pulls out his Red 
Silk Handkerchief, and applies it to his eyes] 

Bessie Ferguson. [With her face turned away, she sobs im- 
moderately] 

Archibald Ferguson. [Turning to his Daughter — in tremulous 
tone] My Child! — who will you have for "Protector" — 
when your Brother is gone to the '-War." — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Looking Heavenward — then, with tear- 
stained face turning to her aged Father — in tone of 
affected confidence] I'll have you, my dear Father! — 
[Sobbing violently, she buries her face on his breast] 

Archibald Ferguson. [Protectingly throwing his arms over 
her — abstractedly — in deliberate, sorrowful tone] No — 
my Child — I didn't want to live to see this War! — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Looking up at him — in eager tone] Will it 
be a long ''War," Father? — 

Archibald Ferguson. [In grave assuring tone] It will, my 
Child — be a great "War!" — and before it is ended, the 
Land will be filled with "Soldiers' Widows and Or- 
phans!" — and "Soldiers' Mothers" lamenting the loss of 
only Sons! — and "Soldiers' Sisters" bewailing the loss 
of only Brothers! — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Impatiently looking Rear — in poignant tone 
of grief] How can I part with my only Brother! — [Sob- 
bing violently, she buries her face on her Father's breast J 

Archibald Ferguson. [Protectingly throwing his arms over 
his distressedChild, he bows his head, contemplatively] 

Captain Ferguson. [With hasty step he enters by Right 
Rear. — Looking across the apartment, he assumes a 



14 Act I. Scene IV. 

g-esture of surprise, and suddenly halts. Looking 
Front — in a tone of satisfaction — Aside] They think I 
have gone! — and what a beautiful Picture of Resigna- 
tion! — [In exultant tone — Aside] I am spared the terri- 
ble ordeal of "Leave-Taking!" — [With light step hastily 
going and getting his Satchel, and with it hastily start- 
ing toward Right Rear — halting and dropping his 
head — in tremulous tone — Aside] But I must not leave 
without my Father's Blessing! — [Turning round and 
looking toward her — in confiding tone — Aside] And my 
devoted Sister's Prayers may prove the Amulet that 
would keep me unharmed through many a bloody 
field! — [With light step he goes and sets back Satchel, 
- and with firm step starts toward his Father and his 
Sister] 

Bessie Ferguson. [Bounding toward him — in joyful tone] My 
dear Brother! — [Rapturously embracing him] Why 
didn't I hear you come in! — [Taking hold of his hand, 
and leading him toward him] Your dear Father is long- 
ing to see you — 

Captain Ferguson. [Bounding into the seat beside him, and 
seizing the extended hand— in tone of deep affection] 
My dear Father!— 

Archibald Ferguson. [Looking dotingly at him — in subdued 
tone of parental authority] My "Dear Boy!" I want a 
little of your company before I let you leave me. — 
Indeed, I want a good deal of it. — [In grave tone] And I 
have a few words of advice to give you, my Dear Boy — 
for your guidance, when your old home — with its hal- 
lowed influences — is far behind you! 

Captain Ferguson. [Looking admiringly at him] My dear 
Father! your advice has ever been — and shall ever 
be— law to me! — 

Archibald Ferguson. [In tremulous tone] Never has a Father 
been more blessed with a dutiful son! — and I'm proud of 
my "Dear Boy!" — [Bowing his head, he sobs violently] 

Captain Ferguson. [In emphatic earnest tone] The principles 
instilled into my mind, from my youth — by precept and 



15 Act I. Scene IV. 

example— by you, my dear Father! — and with which I 
have won the confidence and esteem of my fellow-citi- 
zens of all classes — of this my native town — shall be 
my principles— ^my only principles — in a service in 
which Inhumanity, Mercilessness, Violence to the finer 
feelings of the heart, and all Uncharitableness, may be 
the highest recommendation to promotion! — 

Archibald Ferguson. [In tone of satisfaction] Then, you will 
not come home to me, my ''Dear Boy," a great "Gen- 
eral" — [Pointing illustratively to his breast — in tone of 
condemnation] with your breast without, decorated with 
dazzling "Stars" — [Darting at his breast, his forefinger— 
in sarcastic tone] but within — to your grave — tortured 
with poignant "Recollections" of the savage deeds of 
warfare to which you should owe your distinction! — 

Captain Ferguson. When the work shall be finished, for which 
I quit, today, the more congenial pursuits of private 
life- 
Archibald Ferguson. [Eagerly — in assumptive tone] You will 
put up your sword, my Boy, and head your Command 
for home. — 

Captain Ferguson. [Pointing Right Rear, and with his arm 
motioning upward] When our Flag shall be reinstated 
in its former high places throughout the land — 

Archibald Ferguson. [In positive tone] The "War" should 
then be at end, my Boy — 

[From Off, Right Rear, comes the thrilling air of 
"Rally Round the Flag, Boys," immediately followed 
with an outburst of loud cheering] 

Captain Ferguson. [Rising, and backing, a step — in tone of 
patriotic determination] When the bold bad men who 
sacrilegiously lay violent hands, today, [Pointing back, 
Right Rear] upon the "Stars and Stripes," yhall be 
chastised for that high offence, until they are able to 
fight no more; and sore at heart and jnaimed in limb, 
they lay down their arms and sue for peace — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Looking earnestly up at him — in commis- 
erative tone] To return to ruined homes! — 



16 Act I. Scene IV. 

Archibald Ferguson. [Earnestly looking up at him— in confi- 
dent tone] You wouldn't help the rascally "Politicians" 
to run them down, then, in a merciless "Raid" of 
"Plunder"— ^ 

Captain Ferguson. [Looking down at his Father — in emphatic 
tone] It is cowardly--it is infamous, to persecute a con- 
quered people!" — 

Archibald Ferguson. And should one of their exacting "War 
Measures" make the rash utterances of Southern women^ 
an offence punishable with incarceration — 

Captain Ferguson. [Looking assuringly down at him — in ear- 
nest tone] Let her be friend, or let her be foe, I will 
ever be found ready to befriend a woman in distress! — 
I hold in too much reverence, [Reverently glancing 
Heavenward] my sainted Mother's Sex, to ever assist 
to deprive a Spirited woman of her independence! — [In 
sarcastic tone of condemnation] And a Ukase so bar- 
barous! — so unworthy of our Country! — so unworthy of 
our Age! — should, be avowedly disobeyed by at least 
[Deliberately pointing to himself] one "Loyal" Union 
Soldier!— 

Archibald Ferguson. [With the aid of his staff, promptly ris- 
ing, and heartily embracing him — in tremulous tone of 
deep affection] You shall have your Father's "Blessing," 

) for your "Protection," my "Dear Boy!" — 

Bessie Ferguson. [Going up to him, and looking admiringly 
up at him — in earnest tone] And your Sister's Prayers 
[Reverently looking Heavenward — in solemn tone] 
shall ascend for 3^ou, dear Brother! — Morning, Noon, 
and Night— until you return home to her! — [Sobbing, 
she throws her head upon his shoulder] 

[Suddenly, from Off, Right Rear, comes a thrilling 
"Marching" air on a Bass Drum, approaching, imme- 
diately followed by the heavy tread of "Marching" 
Troops] 
Archibald Ferguson. [Excitedly looking Right Rear, he looks 
at his Son] 



17 Act I. Scene IV. 

Captain Ferguson. [Looking significantly at his Father, he 
sadly bows his head] 

Archibald Ferguson. [Looking distressingly up at him — in 
tremulous agonizing tone] Is my "Dear Boy" leaving 
me — so soon! — [Sobbing violently, he throws his head 
upon his shoulder] 

Captain Ferguson. [Looking sadly at his Sister and his Father, 
violently sobbing — with heads bowed upon his should- 
ers—looking at audience— in indignafit sarcastic tone] 
My dear Country has been grossly insulted by her "Dis- 
loyal" Sons! — who have [Throwing up his arm and vio- 
lently motioning it downward] pulled down from its 
high place— [Stamping the floor] and trampled upon it — 
[A large Starry Banner, borne aloft by a stalworth 
Blue Coat, shows at Middle Rear, slowly passing from 
Right to Left] 

Captain Ferguson. [Turning round and pointing admiringly 
Rea,r] Her glorious and unsullied Flag! — 

[A Fife and Drum Band playing "Rally Rbund the 
Flag, Boys" is passing close behind 

Archibald Ferguson. ) 

Bessie Ferguson. f [Violently sobbing, they seize firm 

hold on him] 

Captain Fsrguson. [With bowed head looking at his Sister 
and his Father clinging to him — in deliberate sorrow- 
ful tone] It is to help to chastise the red-handed authors 
of that unpardonable outrage, 

[The "Oldham Blues" suddenly show filing past with 
heavy measured tread] 

That I must now sever the strong ties that bind me 
to this dear Home! 

[Citizens — with noticeably grave demeanor — show 
passing behind the Oldham Blues] 

[Tableau] 

[End of Scene IV.] 
[end of act I.] 



18 Act II. Scene L 



IN encore: 



Captain Ferguson. [With bowed head, and Handkerchief to 
his eyes, he slowly backs Rear] 

Bessie Ferguson. [With her gaze fixed on her departing 
Brother, she leads her Father — tottering, and leaning 
on his staff — toward Sofa, Left] 



ACT II. 

Scene I. [New Orleans. Esplanade Street. Louis Daponte's 
House. A large Drawing-Room. Right Rear and Left 
Rear, open Doors. At Middle Rear, wide open Door. 
Left, a little Front of Middle, an open Door. Against 
wall. Left, Front of open Door, a Sofa. Through Mid- 
dle Rear, Steamboats show passing from Left to Right] 
[Off, Left Rear, a Brass Band is playing ''Dixie's Land"] 

Louis Daponte. [A New Orleans merchant. Of average height, 
and slightly corpulent. Above fifty, but of erect stat- 
ure, and in a well preserved condition. In a becoming 
every-day suit of clothes, with hasty step entering 
through Middle Left, and with arm demonstratively 
raised, turning Front — in caustic tone of warning] Let 
them fire their first shot at that Sacred Banner — that 
received its baptism of blood, as it was triumphantly 
carried from Bunker Hill to Yorktown, by their 
patriotic ancestors — and as if by magic, enemies will 
rise up to them throughout the world, in the mailed 
friends of human freedom! — 

Harry Daponte. [A little above the average height, and of 
lithe, but muscular and compact frame. Looking 
about twenty-five. — In a becoming every-day suit of 
clothes, he excitedly enters through Right Rear] 

[A volley of joyful exclamations comes from 
Off Right Rear.] 



19 Act II. Scene I. 

Xouis Daponte. [Promptly turning round, he looks Rear] 

Harry Daponte. [Going up to his Father— with a gesture of 
Horror — in grave tone] South Carolina has already 
struck the initial Sacrilegious Blow! — [Hanging his 
head— in tone of regret] and her gallant Sons are the 
first to rise in arms against their Country! — 

Xouis Daponte. [In sarcastic taunting tone] That dis- 
tinction can not sully the escutcheon of that Old Hot- 
bed of ^'Rebellion!" [With a gesture of horror facing 
Front — in soliloquy — in tone of condemnation] Her 
"Flag" insulted on her own soil ! — fired at ! — pulled down 
from its high place at one of her wide Gateways — 
where it was a Beacon lighting the way to the "Land of 
Liberty!" — pulled down [Stamping the floor] and 
trampled upon! — [In indignant exclamatory tone] By 
whom! — by her ancient foe! — [In grave tone] Humil- 
iating Confession — no — no — but by those who should 
ever-be found ready to defend it! — [In tone of mortifi- 
cation] by her own Sons! [In emphatic tone of con- 
demnation] by her own degenerate Sons!— [With head 
bowed, he excitedly strides Rear.] 

Harry Daponte. [Approaching his Father, a step — in confi- 
dent tone] The success of the Rebels would be sad 
"News," Father, to the down-trodden millions of the Old 
World, for it would deprive them of the Asylum irrevo- 
cably offered them in the rising Free Republic of the 
West.— 

Louis Daponte. [Advancing — in emphatic confident tone] 
The "Dissolution" of the "Union" — that would open to 
our jealous so-called "Mother Country," and to other 
rapacious Nations, a tempting field for the exercise of 
subtle measures of conquest abroad — would be 
promptly signalized throughout their dominions, by 
the despotic rulers of the Earth, with the forging of 
New Chains on their subjects! 
[The joyful exclamations Off, Right Rear, are repeated] 

Blanche Daponte. [Of lithe symmetrical figure well above 
the average height — with an intellectual handsome 



20 Act II, Scene L 

face that is a happy compromise between that of the 
Brunette and that of the Blonde, and with a wealth of 
long glossy dark Hair. Just out of her ''Teens." Wear- 
ing a "Janty Hat and Feather," with a blood Red Sash 
thrown negligently over her left shoulder. With 
bounding step entering by Left Rear, and with smiling 
face approaching her Father and her Brother — in clear 
musical tone] Judging by the excitement of the pop- 
ulace in the streets— where the Bankettes and Crossings 
are blockaded with surging masses of men of all classes 
in their Shirt sleeves, and Merchants and Draymen can 
be seen franticly embracing each other — the Election 
of a "Radical" President has greatly "fired" the "South- 
ern Heart" — ha! ha!— [Pointing back] And Canal street 
— near Clay Statue — is the scene of a clamorous Mass 
Meeting, addressed from a Stand above which I could 
see waving [In sarcastic tone] every Flag — except one — 
[Turning away — looking back — in emphatic tone] that 
/ wanted to see there! — 

Louis Daponte. [In chiding tone of parental authority] Be 
careful, my Child! — how you express yourself at the: 
present time! — 

Blanche- [Promptly facing her father] I don't care who 
hears me! [Approaching him, a step] I don't care who 
knows it — I like that Old Flag! — I like it for its glor- 
ious history! — on Land and on Sea! — [She petulantly 
turns away, and starts toward Sofa] 

Louis Daponte. [Excitedly approaching her, a step — in stern, 
tone of Command] Blanche! [Stamping the floor] I 
repeat, Blanche! — you must tone down! 

Blanche. [Turning round— in tone of resentment] What 
must I tone down for. Father! — [Approaching him, a 
step] oris it for my outspoken devotion to one Flag! — 
and that [Withdrawing from the folds of her Dress, and 
deliberately unfurling it — a silken Striped Banner stud- 
ded with glittering Stars — and facing the audience, 
and patriotically waving it aloft before her — in tone of 
admiration] the dear "Flag" of my Country! — 



21 Act II. Scene I. 

[The Band promptly pi. 13's the "Star Spangled Banner"] 
Blanche. [Turning round, with independent bearing she 

strides Rear] 
Louis Daponte. [Following her — in serious soothing tone] 

When passion is reason, my Child! — and the will of the 

"Mob" is the Rule of the hour — 

Blanche. [Folding her Banner, and setting it down against 
the wall, Right, near Rear, she poutingly approaches 
her Father] 

Louis Daponte. [Significantly nodding at her] And it may 
become your duty, my Child, as well as your Father's — 

Blanche- [Looking submissively at him — in petulant remon- 
strating tone] Should we have "War," I, too, may be a 
Red-Hot Rebel. — But until the Secessionists commit 
some overt act of Treason — that would rouse the 
North- 
Louis Daponte. [Looking gravely at her] The "Rubicon" 
has already been crossed, my Child! — and we must 
now prepare for "War!" — for "War" in its worst form! — 

Harry Daponte. [In assuring tone] And the insolent Gage 
thrown down by the South Carolina "NuUifiers," will 
not remain long unanswered by the brave Men of the 
North!— 

<Cadwallader Jacobs. [A blustering City "Sw^ell" — wearing a 
high Hat and Kid gloves. Tall and lubberly, and about 
Thirty. — Bounding in. Right Rear— in tone of con- 
tempt] "The brave Men of the North!"— [With swag- 
gering gait advancing — in arrogant tone] I can "Whip" 
a "Half Dozen" of the "Mudsills"— myself! — [Halting, 
and looking from one to the other of the gentlemen — 
in earnest, chiding tone] Our best people are at this 
moment holding enthusiastic "War Meetings" through- 
out the City. And I hope that you, gentlemen, are not 
defending the cowardly "Abolitionists," [Assuming a 
soldierly bearing] when we are getting ready to give 
them a good trounsing. 

Blanche. [Scornfully turning away, she seats herself on Sofa] 



22 Act II. Scene L 

Louis Daponte. [Looking rebukingly at him] Young man! — 
when Louisiana determines to draw her sword, it 
will be time enough for her Loyal sons to offer her 
their services. [He scornfully walks away] 

Harry Daponte. [Approaching him, a step — in rebuking tone] 
Granting that our State will draw her sword in the^ 
Cause of Southern Independence, where — tell me — 
might you be seen helping to whip the Yankee "Boys 
in Blue," when we should be seen fighting them at the 
"Front" — [In taunting tone] or is it in the ranks of a 
skulking "Home Guard!" — 

Louis Daponte. [Promptly turning round — in serious tone], 
When their natural "Protectors" would be away in the 
Tented Field, my Son — vindicating the honor of the 
Pelican State — [Significantly looking at his Daughter] 
our young women may, on some occasions, be in need 
of "Protection." — 

Cad Jacobs. [Bowing his thanks — in arrogant tone] And 
they should have it, in "Guards" officered by Gentle- 
men — [Assuming an aristocratic bearing] by young 
Gentlemen of high social standing — native and to the^ 
manor born [Throwing out his aristocratic foot] to 
boot — [With smiling face looking across at her — in 
confident tone] Don't you think so, Miss Daponte — 

Blanche. [Bounding to her feet, and scornfully looking across 
at him] Sir! we "Creole" Girls are no cowards! And 
should our gallant Fathers and Brothers leave for dis- 
tant fields — to fight for us — we should commit ourselves 
to a ''Protection" more acceptable to us, than that of 
"Home Guards" — [In taunting tone] "Officered by Gen- 
tlemen:" [Vehemently stamping the floor] we should 
be our own "Protectors!" — [With heroic bearing she^ 
turns round, and resumes her seat] 

Louis Daponte. [Looking contemptuously at him] My 
Daughter has not yet caught your "War" spirit— and 
she believes with me, that our State is not yet ready to- 
commit herself to the fatal heresy of "Secession." — 

Cad Jacobs. [Approaching him, a step — in assuring tone].; 



23 Act II. Scene I. 

The "People's Convention" meets within an hour, and 
yours is the only important House on Carondelet Street 
that will not be represented there. — I am a Delegate. 
[Striking a warlike attitude] And all of us true 'South- 
ern Boys" want to "fight" — want a chance to "pepper" 
the "Yanks"— ha! ha! 

Blanche. [Promptly rising, and bowing to her Father and 
her Brother, with erect bearing and deliberate step, 
she departs by Middle Rear] 

Louis Daponte. [In sarcastic tone] In a time of peril, it is 
in her Fields and in her Workshops that the pulse of a 
gallant Nation can be felt! — [Turning away — looking 
back — in sarcastic tone] not in her Broker Shops — 
where it never beats! — 

Harry Daponte. [Approaching him, a step — in sarcastic tone] 
Cad Jacobs! how many, think you, of those doughty 
"Cotton Kings" who will be rampant "War Men" at 
your Meeting today, would shoulder their Muskets to 
participate in the bloody conflict to which they would 
commit their State! — 

Cad Jacobs. [In emphatic assuring tone] All of them-- 

[The joyful exclamations Off, Right Rear, are repeated] 

Cad Jacobs All of them, most certainly — [Suddenly turn- 
ing away, he departs hastily, by Right Rear] 

Louis Daponte. [Looking at his son — in serious tone] The 
unprincipled demagogues who are engaged in the out- 
rageous work of throttling this State, will not hesitate 
to employ any means within their reach, for the 
achievement of that undertaking! — And to save us 
from a "War" in which we should have so much at 
stake, let us do what we can — [Hastily going through 
open Door, Middle Left, and immediately returning 
with his Hat and Cane — in tone of determination] let 
us raise our Voice against it! 

[The joyful exclamations Off, Right Rear, are repeated 
in increased volume] 

Harry Daponte. [Looking Right Rear — looking seriously at 
his Father — in confident tone] It wouldn't surprise 



24 Act II. Scene II. 

me if we should find "Rotunda Hall" the scene of a 
turbulent assemblage — with its deliberations dictated 
with their bludgeons, by a despicable minority! — 
Louis Daponte. [Testing his Sword Cane, and feeling his 
Pistol Pockets — in serious tone] We have a high duty 
to discharge at that Convention, my son! — [With hasty 
step, he starts toward Right Rear] 

Harry Daponte. [Feeling his Pistol Pockets, and with hasty 
step starting after Father — suddenly halting and look- 
ing Front — in thrilling tone of determination] And 
if in its discharge we fall, we shall not fall alone! — 

[End of Scene I.] 

Scene II. [New Orleans. A Street along a dilapidated Old 

Red Brick Wall] 
[Enter, Right and Left, and running past, men of all 
classes — in thrilling tone shouting] "War!" — "War!" — 

Dennis O'Flynn. [A broad-shouldered, well sunburnt Irish 
Levee Laborer, . of average height, and about 35 — in 
Blue Overalls and Red Flannel Shirt, and gaily wear- 
ing an Old Panama Hat — smoking a short Clay Pipe — 
with deliberate step entering Right — soliloquizing — 
in serious tone] They're goin to "War" agin the 
North — and there'll be no "Levee" wurk this year.— 
[In confident tone] And they'll want me to "fight" 
with them. — [Halting, and assuming an attitude of 
meditation — and scratching his head — in serious tone] 
I don't want to be fighting agin me Brother Barney — 
who settled down among the Yankees, the day he 
landed at Castle Garden — twenty years ago. — [Assum- 
ing a pugilistic attitude] But I was agin the "Union" 
in Ireland — bad luck to it! — I mane the "Union." — 
[In emphatic tone] And I'm agin it still! — and "fight- 
ing" agin it is the only wurk in sight now for me. — 
[Adjusting his Hat, and assuming a soldierly bearing 
— in exultant tone] And maybe I'll come back from 
the "War," a "Kurnel" — [Thrusting his hands into his 
Overalls Pockets, and assuming an arrogant bearing] to 



25 Act II. Scene III. 

live loike a Gintleman the rest of me days -and whin 
I'm dead, to be ^'waked" in good style by the "Boys," 
and be honored with a foine monument, by the warm- 
hearted South. — [With soldierly bearing, and bounding 
step, he proceeds on his way, through Left Entrance] 

[End of Scene II.] 

Scene III. [Scene I, repeated] 

Blanche. [Excitedly bounding in by Left Rear — in tone of 
disappointment] Where are they all! — [Going Front — 
in tone of astonishment] Grave Business Men can be 
seen running along crowded streets, shouting aloud, 
and franticly gesticulating, as if they had lost their 
reason! — [Pointing Left Rear] And from the Gallery, I 
could hear a great clamor [Pointing Right Rear] in the 
direction of Rotunda Hall — 

[The merry Ringing of a Church Bell comes from 
Off, Right Rear] 

Blanche. [With a gesture of surprise — in confident tone] 
Saint Peters' Bell!— 

[The merry Ringing of a Church Bell comes from 
Off, Middle Rear] 

Blanche. [Looking that way] That's Saint Johns! — 

[The merry Ringing of a Church Bell comes from 
Off, Left Rear] 

Blanche. [Excitedly looking that way] The Synagogue's 
Bell! — [Assuming a gesture of astonishment] What 
does it all mean! 

[The merry Ringing of Church Bells comes now from 
all directions] 

Blanche. [In soliloquy — in confident serious tone] They must 
have heard some joyful "News" — 

Caesar. [A Coal Black Colored Waiter, out of breath, bound- 
ing in. Left Rear — in tremulous tone] Dere is a great 
Fire, Miss Blanche! — somewhere. — [Running toward 
her] But dere is no "Smoke," Miss Blanche! — 

Blanche. [Pleasantly looking at him] They are "Firing" the 
"Southern Heart," Caesar — ha! ha! 



26 Act II. Scene III, 

[The startling report of a discharged Cannon comes 
from Off, Right Rear] 

Caesar. [Thrown off his feet by the shock] Dat's a 'Splosion^ 
for sure! — 

Blanche. [In soliloquy — in confident tone] "F ring" Cannon 
over their "News" — 

Caesar. [Hastily starting toward Left Rear, looking toward 
Right Rear] I is afeard of dem 'Splosions — 

[The startling report of another discharged Cannon 
comes from Off, Left Rear] 

Caesar. [With a gesture of terror turning round] De good 
Lord have Mercy on dis Colored sinner! — [He excitedly 
bounds through open Door, Left] 

Louis Daponte. [He shows entering by Right Rear] 

Blanche. [Looking around Front — in tone of satisfaction] 
Now, I'll know what these great rejoicings are all 
about. — [Bounding toward her Father — suddenly halt- 
ing — and with a gesture of alarm looking at him — in tone 
of anxiety] My dear Father! what means that haggard 
alteredlook! — what has gone wrong! — [Anxiously look- 
ing Rear — in impatient tone] Where is my brother! — 

Louis Daponte. [In halting serious tone] The "War Meeting" 
broke up in a Row — 

Blanche. [Triumphantly — in sarcastic tone] Then, the "Seces- 
sion" Conspirators were foiled! — 

Louis Daponte. [In grave tone] But the false report got 
through the City, that the State had abjured her alle- 
giance to the "Union!" — It had instantaneous effect,. 
and the mischief done by it was irreparable — for the 
Men whom it influenced to bound from their places of 
business, and from their homes — and who could be seen 
running blindly past — were not in a reasoning mood. 

Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror — in sarcastic tone] That 
wicked report was the work of the Conspirators, in their 
desperation! 

[The firing of a Minute-Gun comes from Off, Middle 
Rear] 



27 Act II. Scene IIL 

Louis Daponte. [Excitedly pointing Rear — in grave assuring 
tone] And the "News" is now flashing through the 
land!— 

Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror backing, a step— in start- 
ling rebuking tone] That Love of Country has ceased to 
"fire" the hearts of "Louisianans!" — [Laying her hand 
over her heart— in emphatic tone] which I proclaim to 
the world, an unmitigated falsehood! 

Louis Daponte. [In serious assuring tone] 'Tis astonishing,, 
my Daughter, what "Preparations" they had been mak- 
ing — [In confidential tone] making in secret!- - 

Blanche. [In tone of astonishment] ^'Preparations" to 
"fight!"— 

Louis Daponte [Approaching her, a step— in enthusiastic 
tone] And so well equipped are our brave "Creole 
Boys," to strike a Blow for "Southern Independence,'^ 
that our First Regiment — the "Grays" — 

Blanche. [With a gesture of surprise — in tone of satisfaction] 
The "Grays"— 

Louis Daponte. [In emphatic enthusiastic tone] The "Cres- 
cent City Grays" — needs but a few hours preparation 
to take the field — 

[An "Assembly" call comes from Off, Right Rear] 

Louis Daponte. [He looks intently, that way] 

Blanche. [With a smiling face, promptly looking at the 
audience— in enthusiastic tone] I like the "Gray!" — I 
like the Color — 

Caesar. [Bounding in through Left Rear — in tremulous tone 
of alarm] Robber in de House, Miss Blanche! 

Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror — in tone of alarm] A 
"Robber!"— 

Caesar. [Running Front past his Master — turning round] 
Robber in de House, Master! — 

Louis Daponte. [Looking back at him] Where is he!--where 
is he! — 

Caesar. [Pointing Left Rear] He's in young Master's Room! — 



28 Act II. Scene III. 

Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror, she looks Left Rear] 
Caesar. [Pointing to his shoulder] And he has ''fixins" up 

here on his Coat.— [In tremulous confident tone] He's 

a Robber, sure. Master! — 

Louis Daponte. [In tone of raillery] Ha! ha! — you'd make a 
poor Soldier, Caesar — 

Louis Daponte. [Looking round at her] I'm not afraid of 
that Robber — [In determined tone] and I'll go and 
capture him! — [He starts toward Left Rear] 

"Caesar. [Calling to him] Don't let him shoot you, Master! — 

Blanche. [Bounding after him] Before he can shoot my 
Father, he'll have to shoot me down! — 

Louis Daponte. [Turning round and motioning her back] 
That "Robber" is your Brother — in his "Gray" Uni- 
form — gone to his Room to pack his Trunk — and I'll 
bring him in here to you. 

Caesar. [With a gesture of Surprise — in soliloquy — in serious 
tone [Young Master goin to de "War'" — [Bounding 
Left Rear — looking back] Now, I isn't afeerd of dat 
"Robber"— ha! ha! — 

Blanche. [With a gesture of astonishment, looking Front — in 
soliloquy — in serious tone] My patriotic Brother in a 
"Rebel" garb! — What has so suddenly turned his head — 
J and induced him to take side against his Country! — [In 

sarcastic tone] What if his native State has arrayed 
herself against the "Union" — [With emphatic reverent 
tone] the "Union" that he loves! — [Assuming an atti- 
tude of contemplation] And what occasion did he have 
for putting on the "Gray," with such undue haste — [In 
confident tone] or did he fear that [Pointing to her- 
self] his patriotic Sister would oppose his espousal of a 
Cau-e which she knew that he at heart condemned! — 
[Assuming a listening attitude, and looking eagerly 
Rear — looking around Front — in confident tone] And 
perhaps he doesnt want me to meet him in his "Rebel" 
Uniform! — [With determined bearing, aud hasty step, 
she starts toward Left Rear] 

[End of Scene III.] 



29 Act II. Scene IV. 

Scene IV. [New Orleans. Esplanade Street. Louis Da- 
ponte's House. A wide Hall, formed by a Partition 
across the Stage, in Front of vSofa. Right and Left,, 
closed Doors show in Partition. Open Doors at Right 
and Left.] 

Captain Daponte. ) 

Louis Daponte. f [Conversing seriously, with deliberate 
step they enter together, by Right Entrance] 

Captain Daponte. [Harry Daponte, in the "Gray" Uniform of 
a Confederate Captain — with head bowed, entering in 
the lead — in soliloquy — in apologetic serious tone] I 
had to choose between my State and my Country — 

Louis Daponte. [With head erect, addressing him — in tone of 
satisfaction] With a home to defend, and a hearth to 
guard, it would be cowardly for us, my Son, to look with 
folded arms, on all that was dear to us exposed to immi- 
nent danger! — And when our State joined hands with 
her elder Sisters — in a common Cause — it would make 
us unworthy descendants of illustrious sires — would 
cast upon our proud name, an indelible stigma — to enlist 
under the Banner of the "Invader!" — 

Captain Daponte. [Languidly pointing back — in captious 
tone] If those people at Montgomery know their bus- 
iness, an advance movement in force, without delay — to 
put the enemy on the defensive — is among their mili- 
tary projects. 

Louis Daponte. [In ostentatious tone] To judge them by 
the completeness of their "Preparations" for the "Con- 
flict, my Son — 

Captain Daponte. [Facing Front — looking right back at his 
Father — in sarcastic tone of rebuke] Those "Prepara- 
tions" are the dark Work of Years! — the Work of cow- 
ardly Conspirators! — [In sarcastic tone] the kind of 
men to whom many a Nation owes its downfall! — to 
whom not one owes its uprise! — [Turning away, he 
deliberately walks. Left] 

Louis Daponte. [In sarcastic retorting tone] But they are 
not older than the Provocations that justified them! — 



30 Act II. Scene IV. 

[Following him, a step] And the Collision was but the 
work of time — the inevitable result of the enemy's 
assaults upon our "Institutions!" — 
Captain Daponte. [He assentingly drops his head] 

Louis Daponte. [In emphatic assertive tone] And the bold- 
ness—the impunity with which her ''Abolition" Socie- 
ties have been robbing us of our property, makes the 
North, the "Aggressor!" — 

[An "Assembly" call comes from Off, Right Rear] 

Captain Daponte. [Promptly starting Right — suddenly Halt- 
ing, and looking at his Father — in tone of uneasiness] 
But I should take leave of Blanche! — 

Louis Daponte. [In tone of warning] If you don't want her 
to follow you — 

Captain Daponte. [With a gesture of Horror — in earnest 
tone] No! — No! — I don't want my innocent Sister to 
come in contact with the Associations of my Camp — 
and be compelled to listen to the ribald jests of Citizen 
Soldiers! — [Looking significantly at his Father — in 
grave tone] And it is not without solicitude for her 
safety, that I turn my back upon Blanche in this City, 
to-day! 

Louis Daponte. [Looking pettishly at him] But think, my 

J Son — think if you can — of the greater indignities to 

which your Sister would be exposed — of the greater 
dangers that would threaten her safety in this City — 
on account of its military occupation — should it be tri- 
umphantly entered by the enemy, and its homes be 
subjected to the surveillance of the insolent subalterns 
of a Licentious Army! — 

Captain Daponte. [Dissentingly turning away — turning back 
in sarcastic tone] I have never subscribed the esti- 
mate of Northern Valor generally received at our side 
of the "Line." — And show me a brave people, and I will 
show you a gallant people. — With these convictions, I 
can not — [With startling emphasis] and I will not — 
subscribe any estimate that impugns "Northern Gal- 



31 Act II. Scene V. 

lantry!" — [Petulantly turning away, with independent 
bearing he walks off, Left] 

Louis Daponte. [In sarcastic tonej "Money Making" is not a 
brave people's principal Occupation! — [In malicious 
tone] And you don't know the "Psalm Singing" Cut- 
throats of whom you speak! — 

Captain Daponte. [Turning round, and looking composedly 
across at him — in serious warning tone] But it will 
take more than bluster to resist the march of a Patriot 
Army! — 
[A "General" Call comes from Off, Right Rear] 

Captain Daponte. [In tone of mortification] The "Grays'' 
are moving! — [With hasty step, he departs, Right] 

Louis Daponte. [With a gesture of Horror looking around 
at audience — in sympathetic tone] And he will not be 
able to meet a Sister that he idolizes! — [With hasty 
step, he follow.^ him through Right Rear] 

[End of Scene IV.] 

Scene V. [Same as Scenes I and III] 

[Off, Right Rear, a Fife and Drum Band is playing 
"Dixie's Land"] 

Blanche. [Her "Janty Hat" falling back on her head, and her 
beautiful long Hair disheveled, bounding in through 
Middle Rear — eagerly looking around — in tone of dis- 
tress] — Where have they gone ! — [Bounding up to Centre 
Table, and eagerly picking up a Photograph Case, and 
looking critically at the Picture — in tone of satisfaction] 
His Likeness — in an Officer's Uniform. [In pouting tone] 
But he must not leave me, in that shabby way — [Petu- 
lantly throwing it down, she bounds out in direction 
of Music] 

Captain Daponte. [Off, Middle Rear, approaching] I must 
meet her! — [Hastily entering — suddenly halting — in 
tone of mortification] She's not in the House! — 

Blanche. [Off, between Right Rear and Middle Rear — in loud 
tone of displeasure] Wait till I catch the runaway! — 



32 Act II. Scene V. 

Captain Daponte. [Rapturously looking Rear] She's com- 
ing! —[Looking right back at audience— in exultant 
tone] And once more I can look upon my dear Sister's 
beautiful face! [Through Middle Rear, he impatiently 
bounds out of sight] 

Blanche. [Off, Middle Rear — in loud upraiding tone] You 
naughty Brother! — [Bounding in — by the hand pulling 
him after her — in triumphant tone] You were again 
trying to steal away from me! — [Advancing with him] 
But you are now my Prisoner — [In jeering tone] ha! ha! 
[Halting him, and from head to foot surveying him — 
in tone of satisfaction] My brave "Soldier Boy!"— 

Captain Daponte. [Tenderly taking her by the hand and draw- 
ing her up to him — in tremulous grave tone] I wanted 
to look upon my dear Sister — once more! — 

Blanche. [Looking devotedly up at him — in tremulous tone] 
I believe I know what my dear Brother wants to say to 
me! — [Weeping, she buries her face on his breast] 

Captain Daponte. [In hoarse tone] Blanche! you were the last 
of whom I wanted to take "Leave!" — 

Blanche. [Earnestly looking up at him] I hope, dear Brother,, 
that you have given due attention to your "Leave- 
Taking."— 

Captain Daponte. [In assuring tone] I have "called" upon a 
number of dear "friends" — Young and Old. — [Looking 
significantly at her — in earnest tone] My Sister! I will 
never exchange the trusty Old friends I know, for the 
New ones I have not tried. 

Blanche. [In tone of exultation — Aside] I will put to a severe 
test, his Secession Zeal. — [Looking seriously up at him — 
in confident tone] There is one very dear Old Friend 
of whom you have not yet taken "Leave" — 

Captain Daponte. [Unpleasantly looking down at her — in pet. 
ulant tone] I havent the time to do it, now, my Sister — 
but who is he? — who is he? — 

Blanche. [She bounds toward Right Rear] 

Captain Daponte. [He looks intently after her] 



33 Act II. Scene V. 

Blanche. [Picking up the Starry Banner that she had put away 
there, and quickly unfurling it, and holding it aloft, and 
with a smiling face looking across at him — in reverent 
tone] And this is that dear old "Friend!" — 

Captain Daponte. [He guiltily hangs down his head] 

[Promptly, a Fife and Drum Band playing a "Rebel" 
air, and Troops "marching"' with firm tread, are heard 
approaching. Off, Right Rear] 

Captain Daponte. [Over his left shoulder — in urgent supplica- 
tory tone] Blanche! please, put that down! — [With head 
bowed, and slow step, he starts toward Left Rear, — 
Suddenly turning round, he looks intently across, and 
reverently bows to the Old Flag] 

[The Band of the "Grays," playing their "Rebel" air 
shows slowly at Middle Rear] 

Blanche. [Vigorously waving aloft her Starry Banner, she 
bounds before Middle Rear] 

[The patriotic "Band Boys" promptly halt, and bow- 
ing to the Old Flag, play the "Star Spangled Ban- 
ner." — Turning away, they proceed Left, marching to 
the tap of the Drum] 

[The Color-bearer of the "Grays," with head erect 
showing passing, he promptly turns round, and "dips'* 
his Standard] 

[As with bounding step the "Grays" show passing, 
each of them turns round, and bows reverently to the 
Old Flag] 

Captain Daponte. [Sadly turning round right, and facing 
Front — in soliloquy— in desponding confident tone — 
Aside] What a serious blunder — that they didn't adopt 
the "Old Flag!" — [With head bowed, and slow step, he 
departs through Left Rear] 

Blanche. [With slow step going Front, with her Flag held 
aloft, and looking at audience — in grave confident 
tone] The sight of the"01d Flag" across their path, 
will unnerve — [In emphatic tone] will paralyze the up- 
raised arm of many a one of our brave "Boys!" — 



34 Act III. Scene I. 

[Citizens following behind, show joyfully passing] 
Blanche. [Glancing Rear — furling her Banner, looking pleas- 
antly at audience — in tranquil tone] I, too, will go and 
bid a merry ''God Speed" to the brave fellows, as they 
leave — [Pulling out her White Pocket Handkerchief, 
and putting it to her eyes — in tremulous predictive 
tone] many of them never — never to return Home! 

[End of Scene V.] 

[end of act II.] 



ACT III. 

Scene I. [New Orleans. Esplanade Street. Louis Daponte's 
House. Part Front of the House — shown on Left of 
Stage. Part of House out of sight, Left. The Second 
Story Windows show Shutters closed. — Time — just be- 
fore the Occupation of New Orleans, by the Federal 
Army.] 

Caesar. [With high Hat, Kid Gloves, and Cane— with bound- 
ing step entering. Right — facing Front, and assuming a 
pugnacious attitude] When Old Master was goin to de 
"War," he left a "Pertector" to Young Mistress, when 
he left dis "Nigger" to "tend to de Door" — and "do de 
Errands."- And if any of dose "Home Guard" fellows 
— who are goin about insulting ladies — gets into dis 
House — [Drawing out a long White-handled Razor] it 
will be over de dead body of [Pointing to himself] 
Mister Julius Caesar Jackson ![ — Puttinsr back his 
Razor] I don't want Young Mistress to know dat I 
carries a Razor — what every "fighting" Coon carries — 
yah! yah! — [In confident tone] 'Tis too early for Young 
Mistress to be down stairs. — [Looking Front — in spite- 
ful tone] And I'll go and give a good "cussing" to some 
of dose Virginny "Niggers" down in Shanty Street, 



35 Act III. Scene 11. 

who are praying for de Yankees to land. [With bound- 
ing step, departing by Right Entrance, he pulls out his 
Razor, and brandishes it, aloft.] 

[End of Scene ].] 

Scene II. [New Orleans. Esplanade Street. Louis Daponte's 
House. A large Parlor. The Walls are hung with 
"War" Maps. A Confederate Flag Stands out from 
Wall, Right, near Rear. Open Doors at Middle Right 
and Middle Left. Wide Open Door at Middle Rear. A 
Centre Table, a little Left. A large Open Window, 
Left, Front of Middle. A Sofa, Left, Front of Middle. 
Chairs at Front, Left of Centre, and nearly in line with 
open Window] 

[A mournful military air comes from 
Off, Right Rear] 
Blanche. [In dark morning Robe — a Pink Sash thrown loosely 
over her left shoulder — her beautiful long Hair falling 
disheveled down over her back — her beautiful face very 
pale, and wearing an expression of weariness — entering 
through Middle Rear, and with slow step advancing 
Front — in soliloquy — in grave positive tone] It is 
known that a number of decisive Battles have been 
fought! — [Turning to Centre Table, and languidly ex- 
amining its contents — in tremulous tone] And had we 
the News of our losses, many a happy home to-day in 
this City, would be a scene of disconsolate mourning! — 
[Weeping, she puts her Handkerchief to her eyes] 

[The measured heavy tread of Troops "Marching," 
comes from Off, Left Front] 
Blanche. [With hasty step going up to Window, and looking 

intently out — in tone of satisfaction] I can see from my 

Window, the bronzed faces of gallant fellows in "Gray" 

marching past — 

[A Troop of "Boys in Gray" are seen passing outside, 
at a quick pace] 
Blanche. [Looking after them — in languid confident tone] I 

live in a Confederate Stronghold, and am within hailing 



36 Act III Scene 11.. 

distance of friends. — [Suddenly, with head bowed turn- 
ing right, and listlessly gazing around the apartment — 
in piercing tone of loneliness] But the solitude of my 
home is never broken by the presence of a dear face!— 
by the thrilling tone of a dear voice! — [Looking around 
Right Rear — in despairing tone] by a familiar footstep 
in the Hall! — [Looking around Left Rear] or by the 
violent knocking at the Door, [In emphatic eager tone] 
of the bearer of hasty "News" from the dear ones! — 
[Off, Left Rear, the Door Bell rings] 

Caesar. [Without Gloves and Cane— his high Hat crushed, 
and his Black Coat all torn — bounding in. Right Rear — 
in hilarious tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — [^Suddenly halting, he. 
hangs down his head] 

Blanche. [Calling to him — in petulant tone] Caesar! — 

Caesar. [Pulling off his Hat, and bounding toward her] Here- 
I is, Miss Blanche — 

Blanche. [Looking critically at him] You've been fighting — 
[Pointing Left Rear] But go— answer the Door Bell — 

Caesar. [He bounds away Left Rear] 

Blanche. [Anxiously looking Left Rear — in grave confident 

tone] No — no — my present lonely situation — with its 

anxieties — its burning longings — its apprehensions — its 

dangers — didn't fully occur to my dear Father, as he 

^ was leaving me behind him, in this City! 

Caesar. [He returns, without delay, and promptly proceeds 
toward his Young Mistress] 

Soldier. [In the guise of a Confederate Private Soldier, a tall 
and muscular gentleman, with a well-bronzed intel- 
lectual face — looking about 30 — with military tread and 
bearing, enters, Left Rear. Suddenly halting, and look- 
ing Front, he pulls off his Cap, and deferentially bows 
to the lady] 

Blanche. [In petulant tone] Who is this fellow you have ad- 
mitted—and what's his business here — [Motioning him 
Rear] But go — lead him this way — 

Soldier. [Under lead of Caesar, he unobtrusively advances 
Front] 



37 Act III. Scene II. 

'Blanche. [In tone of satisfaction - Aside] He has the bearing 
of a gentleman, if he is a "Private" Soldier. — And he 
has a prepossessing- look. — [Motioning him to retire] If 
I need you, Waiier, I will call for you. — 

Caesar. [By way of Right Rear, he promptly retires] 

Blanche. [Setting a Chair, and affably motioning him to the 
seat] Please be seated. — 

Blanche. [Drawing to her a Chair, and seating herself — facing 
him — at a proper distance — pleasantly looking at him — 
in eager firm tone] Soldier, what is your business in this 
House? — I hope you are the bearer of good "News!" — 

Soldier. [Excitedly looking around — confidentially bending 
toward her — in subdued earnest tone] If you have any 
Valuables in this House — any Jewelry — Gold Coin — 
and Silver Ware — [He looks excitedly around] 

Blanche. [Recoiling from him — Aside] The fellow's a Rob- 
ber! — and to get possession of my Jewelry, he would 
take my life! — [Excitedly looking Right Rear— in 
lusty loud tone] Waiter! — Waiter! — 

:Soldier. [Looking intently at her — in subdued earnest tone] 
Get it all together! — to the meanest Silver Spoon! — 
[Confidentially bending toward her — in tone of mysti- 
fication] for he would take that too from you! — 
[He looks uneasily around] 

.Blanche. [With a gesture of alarm, looking Right Rear, with 
straining eyes — in stentorian tone of distress] Waiter! — 
Waiter! — Waiter! — [In great agitation — Aside] Am I 
shut up in the House all alone with him! — 

.Soldier. [Intently looking at her — in subdued earnest tone] 
And have it conveyed without delay — [Critically look- 
ing around at the open Doors] to a more secure pla.ce 
FOR it! — [Looking admiringly at her — in serious assur- 
ing tone] And this House will not be a secure Quarter 
for yourself!— [He looks uneasily around] 

Blanche. [ With a gesture of surprise — in tone of satisfaction — 
Aside] I begin to think that he meditates no harm to 
me. — [Confidently looking at him — in eager tone] 



38 Act III. Scene II.. 

Soldier! what is this imminent danger of which you 
kindly warn me! — 

Soldier. [Anxiously looking around — in subdued grave tone] 
The disclosure may cost me my life!— 

Blanche. [In earnest tone of alarm] Then, you know of some 
terrible Ordeal to which my present situation exposes 
me! — 

Soldier. [Uneasily looking around — confidentially inclining 
his head toward her— in subdued serious tone] Your 
City is the destination of a formidable military Expe- 
dition — that may at this moment be advancing upon 
it!— under a mercenary and merciless Commander! — 
And today, it has no Andrew Jackson, to go out and 
beat back the Invader! — and once more save it from 
the "Sack" of an imbruted Soldiery intoxicated with a 
dearly bought victory, let loose upon it! 

Blanche. [In a tone of alarm] Mercy! — 

Soldier. [Bounding to his feet, he looks uneasily around at 
the open Doors] 

Blanche. [Excitedly rising, and with a gesture of Horror 
looking at him — in tone of distress] What will become 
of us defenceless "Creole Girls!" — 

Soldier. [Looking back— in subdued assuring tone] "Fore- 
warned" is "Forearmed" — [With hasty step departing,. 
Left Rear — looking back at her— -in tone of alarm] I 
am lost if I loiter here! — 

Blanche. [Looking admiringly after him — in emphatic ser- 
ious tone] A splendid fellow! — whoever he is. — [Turn- 
ing left, and assuming a gesture of meditation — in 
serious tone] What notice should I take of his warn- 
ing — that this House is not a safe place for my "Valu- 
ables!" — nor for Myself! — [In confident tone] He's a- 
"Friend"— [In serious tone] and I should improve my 
opportunity — before that terrible "Spoon Thief" and 
his myrmidons are ransacking the City!— [She bounds- 
through open Door, Middle Left] 

[End of Scene II.] 



39 Act III. Scene III. 

Scene III. [New Orleans. A Dark Street, dimly lighted with 
Gas, from Lamps out of sight, Right and Left] 

[Blue Coat Private Soldiers, triumphantly shouting in 
maudlin tone, enter Left, and with unsteady step cross 
the Stage, and disappear, Right] 

["Reveille" comes from Off, Right] 
[From Off, Left, in a Voice of terror, comes the start- 
ling Cry] P-O-L-I-C-E!— P-O-L-I-C-E!— 

A Citizen. [Bareheaded, with Coat all torn, and face chalky 
white — a corpulent little gentleman bounds in through 
Left Entrance, out of breath, and suddenly turning 
round, with a gesture of Horror looks back] 
[A thrilling avenging Shout comes through Left 
Entrance] 

A Citizen. [Promptly turning round, he departs, Right, as 
fast as trembling legs can carry him] 

Captain Ned O'Harra. [A burly broad-shouldered Irish Fed- 
eral Officer— a little above the average height — with a 
broad well-colored face, and Grayish dark Hair] 

Captain Clem Fury. [A Federal Officer — looking about 40 — 
of athletic, symmetrical frame — well above the average 
height, and with prepossessing look] 

Private Mickey McCarthy. [A broad-shouldered, shock- 
headed Irish Blue Coat Private — of average height, and 
about 40] 

[Promptly, the three Blue Coat Soldiers show at Left 
Entrance — Captain O'Harra, between Captain Fury and 
Private McCarthy — who are holding him back] 

Captain Fury. [In tone of reproof] The gentleman was peace- 
ably passing when you assaulted him ! — 

Private McCarthy. [In a mild scolding tone] He didn't spake 
a word to you. Captain — 

Captain O'Harra. [His high black Hat thrown well back on 
his head, and noticeably well dented. His Hair dishev- 
eled over his forehead. His Nose noticeably large, and 
of a flaming Red. In maudlin petulant tone] Didn't 
he insult me, Mickey — 



40 Act III. Scene III. 

Captain Fury. No — he didn't Captain. — He only pointed to 
your Nose — 

Captain Fury. ) 

Private McCarthy. \ [In hearty gleeful tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! 

Captain O'Harra. [In penitential tone] And you say I knocked 
him down for it— 

Capta'n Fury. [In grave assuring tone] After you began to 
"load up," Captain, you seemed to have lost respect for 
all persons! — 

Captain O'Harra. [With a gesture of Horror, looking at them 
— in tone of uneasiness] Have I insulted a woman! — 

Captain Fury. ) 

Private McCarthy. [ [In emphatic exculpating tone] No! — 

No! — 
Captain O'Harra. [In exultant tone] Now, I'm not ashamed 

of anything I have done! — 

Captain Fury. [In confident tone] Then, you don't remember 
that you were at the "Theatre Burgundy" — 

Captain O'Harra. [Looking brazenly at him] But I behaved 
myself properly there — [In confident tone] didn't I — 

Captain Fury. ) 

Private McCarthy.) [In hearty gleeful tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! 

Captain O'Harra. [He looks aghast at them] 

^Captain Fury. [In serious tone] You appeared to know all 
the pretty Women in the Auditorium — and to be on 
intimate terms with all the pretty Actresses — judging 
by your rapturous notices of them as they came on the 
Stage — when you could be heard from Pit to Gallery, 
endearingly calling them by "Pet" Names — 

Captain Fury. ) 

Private McCarthy, j [In hearty jeering tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — 

Captain O'Harra. [Hanging his head, he turns away, and con- 
fidently facing the audience — in sonorous exculpatory 
tone] 

What wonder if blunders one makes, 
When Whiskey has turned his poor head: 



41 Act III. Scene III. 

More wonder how few his mistakes, 
When he is out [Pointing to his Nose] "Painting 
it Red." 

When to the Theatre one goes, 

He must come home with [Pointing to it] a 

swelled head : 
And he must expect [Pointing to it] a Red Nose, 
When he stays out "Painting it Red." 

If I was in Camp, you could see 

Me saintlike now [Snoring aloud] snoring in bed: 

But how a full Saint could one be 

When he is out "Painting it Red." 

When I was in Ireland at School, 

I would be [Trying to look learned] a "Statesman," 

they said: 
A Statesman looks like an Old Fool, 
When he is out "Painting it Red." 

{Turning right, and pointing joyfully toward Right 
Entrance — in tone of satisfaction] 

There's a place by yon Light I think, 
Where "Wretches" are "liquored" and fed; 
And where a chap can get a "Drink," 
Who has been out "Painting it Red." 

[Starting — looking back Front] 

Then, why should a fellow be glum, 
When he could be merry instead. — 

[Proceeding with unsteady step] 

And sober home how could one come, 
When out all Night "Painting it Red." 

Captain Fury. ) 

Private McCarthy, j [Departing close behind — in hearty 
tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! 

[End of Scene III.] 



' 42 Act III. Scene IV. 

Scene IV". [wScene II, repeated] 

[A Brass Band is heard playing a thrilling National 
air, Off, Left Rear] 
[The Door is heard savagely kicked. Off, Left Rear. — 
Immediately, it is heard falling in] 

Ben Adamson. ) 

Blake Stansbury. f [In "Provost Guard" Uniforms— with 
Swords drawn — they bound in through Left Rear] 

Private O'Murfie. [An athletic Irish Blue Coat Soldier — of 
average height — and about 40 — armed with a Musket, 
he bounds in at the heels of the Officers] 

Ben Adamson. [Looking back — in commanding tone] Guard! — 
[Pointing to Doors at Rear] you will let no one pass 
out — [Pointing to Middle Left] while we go through 
the House. — [He daringly leads the way] 

Blake Stansbury. [Promptly bounding after him— in exult- 
ant tone] "Beauty and Booty" — hal ha! 

[The startling Reports — in close succession — of two 
Pistol Shots, immediately come from Off, Middle Left] 

Ben Adamson. ) 

Blake Stansbury. j [Off, Middle Left, lustily shouting to- 
gether — in tone of distress] Murder! — Murder! — 

[Through Middle Left— in a ringing feminine voice — 
comes the startling Command] Go back! — Go back! — 
Private O'Murfie. [Looking toward Middle Left — in tone of 
satisfaction] Them "Daisy" Officers have caught a 
"Tartar"— ha! ha! — 

[Off, Middle Left — from a nearer point — in blood- 
thirsty tone] Go back! — Go back! — 

Ben Adamson. ) 

Blake Stansbury. f [Hurriedly backing together, into the 
apartment — hands raised in abject supplication — both 
together — in tone of entreaty] Dont shoot, again! — 
Dont shoot, again! — 

Private O'Murfie. [Looking contemptuously across at them-^ 
in gleeful tone — Aside] They cant stand the smell of 
"Powder" — ha! ha! 



43 Act III. Scene IV. 

Blanche. [Following in, in close pursuit — in a dazzling Red 
Silk short-sleeved loose Sack — with a Silk tricolored 
little Cap firmly set on her well-poised small head, and 
holding in place her beautiful Hair falling straight 
down her back — her white arms bare to the elbows — 
and firmly holding in her small white hands, a brace of 
ferocious White-handled Revolvers, at full cock, deter- 
minedly pointed at the heads of the scampering 
"Provost" Officers — in tone of rebuke] Go back! — 
[Backing them across the Room — in tone of indigna- 
tion] How dare you follow a lady — [In exultant tone] a. 
Southern lady — to her private apartments in her own 
House! — 

Ben Adamson. | 

Blake Stansbury. ( [Quaking with terror — both, together — 

in piteous tone of supplication] Lay down those ugly 

things! — do, please! — 

Blanche. [Resolutely holding them at Bay — in taunting tone] 
Who are you? — and what's your business here? — Speak ! — 
I'll let you speak for yourselves, if you are my "Pris- 
oners" — ha! ha! 

[Immediately, "Troops" are heard approaching by 
way of Middle Rear] 

Ben Adamson. [Looking bravely at her — in authoritative 
tone] Our Orders are to seize your ''valuables,'' and take 
them to "Head-Quarters" — 

Blake Stansbury. [Looking seriously at her — in assuring 
tone] For ''Safe Keeping'' — 

Ben Adamsou. And should we find you refractory — to take 
Yourself there! — 

Blanche. [Looking scornfully at them — in triumphant tone] 
My "valuables" are now well beyond your reach! — [In 
earnest tone of gratitude — Aside] Thanks to my 
"Strange Soldier Friend!" — [Brandishing at them, her 
formidable weapons — and with her little foot vigor- 
ously stamping the floor in tone of defiance] And you 
can't take myself!' — 



44 Act III. Scene IV. 

Lieut. Phineas Prig. [A young Blue Coat Officer, with a 

blooming cheek — he bounds in through Middle RearJ 
Sergeant Morris. [A Stalworth Blue Coat Orderly — he enters 

immediately behind, with a Squad of Blue Coats] 
Ben Adamson. [In sarcastic tone] We'll soon have enough 

help to take you along!— 
Blanche. [Looking Rear — in earnest tone] Those brave men 

are ^'Soldiers" — who would not insult a woman! — 

[Charging upon them] But you are no "Soldiers!" — 

You are no "Gentlemen!" — 
Sergeant Morris. [He tears down the Confederate Flag and 

replaces it with the "Stars and Stripes."] 

Ben Adamson. ) 

Blake Stansbury. j [They precipitantly retreat to the 
Protection of the line of "Blue Coats] 
[The Band promptly plays the "Star Spangled Banner"] 

Blanche. [Dropping her arms to her sides, she looks triumph- 
antly after the "Scampering" Provost Officers.] 

Lieutenant Prig. [Superciliously stepping forward] So this 
is the little "Tigress" that the General wants to see. — 
[Conceitedly advancing toward her — in pleasant confi- 
dent tone] I guess I can take this [Smiling familiarly at 
her] pretty Prisoner along —[Deliberately raising his 
arm, as he approaches her] all by myself — 

"Blanche. [Backing, a step -in sarcastic tone of rebuke] Lay not 
your foul hand on me! — [Backing, a futher step, and 
raising a Cocked Revolver, and with a steady arm tak- 
ing deliberate aim at his head — in startling tone of 
defiance] Sir! — at your peril! — 

Lieut. Prig. [Suddenly backing away — in tone of supplica- 
tion] Don't, please! — Dont — [He hurriedly backs Rear] 

Sergeant Morris. [With modest bearing, he starts toward the 

fair Prisoner] 
Lieut. Prig. [In confident tone — Aside] Those beautiful 

"Creole Girls" will shoot! — I didnt believe it before. — 
Blanche. [Going coward him, a step — in firm respectful 

tone] Soldier! — 



45 Act III. Sctne IV. 

Sergeant Morris. [He promptly halts] 

Blanche. I will facilitate, as much as possible, your discharge 
of your unpleasant duty. [Dropping her arms to her 
sides, with rapid firm step she goes up to Orderly, and 
submissively hands to him, her weapons. — Backing, a 
step, and looking contemptuously at her Captors — turn- 
ing left and looking back Front at audience — in inci- 
sive ironical tonej It should receive high complimentary 
mention, in the bright Record of the great Yankee Army 
of "Occupation" — an Exploit in which it took [Turning 
back and pointing at them] but a Squad of "Picked 
Men," [Pointing at them — in jeering tone] and their 
brave "Officers," [Turning left, and again looking at 
audience] to take to Prison [Pointing to herself — in 
triumphant tone] one spirited Southern Girl! 

Sergeant Morris. [With his Men, he promptly advances upon 
her] 

Blanche. [With a gesture of astonishment, backing— looking 
rebukingly at Orderly — in tone of indignation] What's 
the need for this demonstration of brute force I — 
[Quickly turning right round, and bounding Front— in 
soliloquy — in tone of condemnation] Has it come to 
this, to save the "Union!" — 

Sergeant Morris. [With his Men, he promptly follows her— 
halting at a respectful distance] 

Blanche. [Turning half round, right, and deliberately point- 
ing to Banner at Rear — in earnest tone] I have ever 
been an admirer of the Old "Flag!" — [Pointing vaguely^. 
Off, Right, and with a gesture of Horror backing, a 
step — in sarcastic rebuking tone] and its desecration 
over there, [V^iolently stamping the Floor] I have never 
ceased to condemn!— [Looking impressively at her 
.Guards and their Officers— in emphatic declaratory 
tone] "Secession" — whose Standard has been followed, 
from an early day, by all who are dear to me, on Earth — 
has never had in me, a hearty Supporter! — [Petulantly 
turning left away, and assuming a bearing of inde- 
pendence, and looking right back — in tone of indigna-^ 



46 Act IV. Scene I. 

tion] But when the privacy of Southern Homes must be 
outrageously violated — and spirited Southern Women 
must be persecuted and degraded — as means for preserving 
it — the "UNION" instituted for a Blessing, proves to our 
beloved Southland, an Odious Association.' — 

Sergeant Morris. [With his Men, he proceeds to surround her] 

Blanche, [Violently stamping the Floor — in startling sarcas- 
tic tone] And it can not be "Dissolved" too soon— for me! 

[Tableau.] 

[End of Scene IV.] 

[end of act III.] 

IN encore: 

Blanche. [Surrounded by her Guards, she quickly faces Front, 
and withdrawing from her bosom, a Miniature Confed- 
erate Flag, spitefully waves it aloft] 



ACT IV. 

Scene I. [Belair Plantation, Madame Robart's House. A well 
furnished Parlor. A Shady Lawn shows through two 
wide open Doors at Rear. At Middle Right and Middle 
Left, open Doors. A Centre Table. A Sofa, at Centre — 
well to Front of Middle. A Confederate Flag runs out 
from Wall, Left, immediately Rear of Middle.] 

Madame Robart. [A matronly looking lady of symmetrical, 
well developed figure — above the average height. Of 
typical 'Creole" complexion. Wearing the conventional 
"Widow's Cap." With a profusion of dark shining Hair 
falling in rolls down over a pair of round shoulders. 
With leisure step entering through Middle Right — in 
soliloquy — in serious tone] My greatest anxiety now is 
about Brother Louis's Daughter— left all alone in a Bar- 



47 Act IV. Scene I. 

rack of a House! — [In chiding tone] It was a great 
mistake of her Father — when he was going to the 
''War"— that he didn't send her here to me. — Blanche is 
Nineteen, now — and she must be a fine Girl. [In tone of 
solicitude] And many eyes> are set upon her, in the 
City.— [Looking Left Rear — in petulant tone] It is high 
time for those Girls to be back. — [In cynical tone] It 
will not be a minute — after they get their eyes on those 
young Camp Officers — before they carry them off with 
them — out of my sight! 

Blanche. [Through Right Rear, she shows slowly approach- 
ing through the Lawn] 

Amy. [A pleasant-faced young lady of lithe figure — a little 
above the average height — in gay outdoor Dress — with 
long dark Hair falling loose down over her back] 

Josephine. [A pleasant-faced young lady of symmetrical 
figure — well above the average height — in gay outdoor 
Dress — with long dark Hair falling loose down over 
her back] 

Amy. ) 

Josephine. ( [With smiling faces, they leisurely enter to- 
gether, through Left Rear, and advance Right Front — 
toward Madame Robart] 

Madame Robart. [Hanging down her head, and turning right 
round Front — in soliloquy — in tone of self-reproach] 
They were sent here to me — to take care of them! 

Blanche. [In a well-faded Traveling Dress, her beautiful long 
Hair falling disheveled down over her back, and wear- 
ing a plain Janty Hat — with slow step she enters from 
the Lawn, and advances] 

Amy. ) 

Josephine, f [Looking Right Rear, they suddenly halt— in 
ecstatic tone] 'Tis Cousin Blanche! — [They eagerly 
bound toward her] 

Madame Robart. [With a gesture of surprise, she turns round] 

Amy. ) 

Josephine. [ [Rapturously kissing her] We thought— long 
ago — that you were dead — that some dreadful fate had 
befallen you! — 



48 Act IV. Scene I. 

Madame Robart. [Eagerly going up to her and embracing 
her^looking kindly at her — in sympathetic tone] You 
look fatigued, my Child — 

Amy. [Looking up at her] And hungry, Aunt Louise! — 

Blanche. [Looking at them — in startling tone of earnestness] 
I am Starving! — 

Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror] Go, Josephine! 
and bring her some refreshment! — until Dinner is 
ready — 

Josephine. [She bounds through Door, Middle Left] 

Amy. [She bounds for a Chair, and sets it for her] 

Josephine. [She immediately returns with a huge Tray loaded 
with dainty refreshments] 

Amy. [Bounding up to Centre Table, and carrying it toward 
Blanche] You need a Table for your Tray, Josephine — 

Josephine. [Setting Tray before her] I hurried back to you, 
Cousin Blanche — with a Luncheon — 

Blanche. [With gloating eyes surveying the repast] You live 
well here — 

Amy. But you were not without luxuries down in the City, 
Cousin Blanche — 

Blanche. [Not raising her eyes off the tempting viands before 
her] They robbed us of everything they could get their 
hands on! — [With both hands she seizes a bone of Cold 
Turkey, and ravenously raises it to her Mouth] 

Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror turning away — 
in grating tone of rebuke] The Robbers had her nearly 
starved to death! — [In tone of gratification] And she 
hasn't come to me a minute too soon! — 

Amy. [From a Bottle, drawing the stopper, and pouring out a 
Glass of Wine] All "Creole" ladies drink Wine — 

Blanche. [Eagerly seizing the Glass, and taking a couple of 
generous sips] How I did miss my Claret! — 

Amy. We are dying to hear your account of your long incar- 
ceration by the "Blue Coats," Cousin Blanche — 

Madame Robart. [In sarcastic tone] And of her narrow es- 
cape from the Robbers — with her life! — 



49 Act IV. Scene I. 

Josephine. [Bounding to back of her Chair, and holding up 
her beautiful long Hair] And with all of her beautiful 
Hair, Aunt Louise! 

Blanche. [In ridiculing tone] Of what use could my Hair be 
to them! 

Amy. ) . , 

Josephine. [ [In positive tone] To send it home— with your 

Jewelr}^ — to their Sweethearts and their Sisters — 

Madame Robart. [Looking assentingly at Amy and Jose- 
phine— in serious tone] I heard it, myself — that the 
Yankee Robbers were doing some dirty work of that 
kind, down in the City — 

Amy. [Looking assuringly at her] The ''News" was. Aunt 
Louise, that when the "New Commander"— "General 
Beast" — Something — 

[Immediately, a huge Cock-Eye Likeness shows for 
a moment, at Rear] 
had, seized all the Coin and Silver Ware — to the last 
"Silver Spoon" on which he could get his hand — and 
shipped it home North, he commenced a shocking per. 
secution of his helpless victims! — 

Blanche. [Dropping the bone she was picking, and assuming 
a gesture of Horror — Aside] The half of it can never 
be told! 

Madame Robart. [In sarcastic tone] What more could the 
Monster take from them! — except their lives! — 

Amy. [In grave assuring tone] Their "Hair," Aunt Louise! — 
[Pointing to that of Blanche] their beautiful Hair! — 
And the "News" was, that of that sacred personal orna- 
ment, "General Beast" — Something — 

[Immediately, the Cock-Eye Likeness shows again, 
for a moment] 
was stripping all the beautiful "Creole" Girls he could 
find within his lines, and shipping it North, by the 
Cargo! 

Josephine. [In confident tone] To be worn by his Northern 
School-Madams — 



50 Act IV. Scene I. 

Madame Robart. [In cynical tone] No— no — for their Horse- 
Hair "Switches" are good enough for them! — 

Blanche. [Rising, and pointing to herself] I can point to one 
"Creole Girl" who would resist unto death, so outrage- 
ous a liberty with her person! — 
[She resumes her seat] 

Amy. But it is true Cousin Blanche, that they took from you, 
your "Jewelry" and "Silver Ware" — 

Blanche. [Looking exultingly up at her] I had timely warn- 
ing of the danger that threatened my "Valuables"in my 
own possession — 

Amy. [In congratulatory tone] Then, you had a "Friend" 
within the enemy's lines! — [In confident tone] in a 
"Confederate Spy" — 

Blanche. [Looking pleasantly at her — in assuring tone] I had 
a "Friend" in a mysterious Visitor, who, I fully believe, 
was a "Federal Spy" — 

Amy. ) 

Josephine, f [With gestures of surprise turning round — in 
tone of satisfaction] A "Blue Coat" "Spy" befriended 
her, Aunt Louise! — 

Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror looking at her.] 
What did you say, my Child! — that you met a "Friend" 
in a "Yankee Cutthroat!" — [Turning away — in tone of 
alarm — Aside] I believe in my soul, that the Robbers 
frightened the poor Child out of her reason! — and sent 
her to me, a complete wreck! — 

Amy. [Looking pleasantly down at her— in confident tone] 
Your escape through the Yankee lines must be a thrill- 
ing adventure, Cousin Blanche! 

Madame Robart. [Looking kindly down at her — in symi- 
pathetic tone] Surely, the Robbers didnt keep my poor 
Child all the time locked up in their Jails — 

Blanche. [Looking languidly up at her] I was kept a close 
Prisoner in my own House, Aunt Louise — [Suddenly 
rising — in indignant tone] and I could bear no longer, 
the insulting surveillance to which, by order of the 
brutal New Commander, 



51 Act IV. Scene I. 

[The Cock-Eye Likeness shows for a moment, at 
Rear] 
all spirited "Creole Girls" were subject! 
Amy. [Looking admiringly at her] And in your desperation, 

you made a bold break for Belair — and Liberty — 
Josephine. [In tone of banter] With the connivance of a 

friendly "Blue Coat" Guard— ha! ha!— 
Madame Robart. [Pointing to Confederate Flag] We are now 
within the Confederate Lines. — [Pointing Right Rear] 
But we have for a near neighbor, a "Blue Coat" Bull- 
Dog — with a large force at his command — who wants 
to frighten us to death, with his savage visits — 
[Musketry Firing, Off, Right Rear] 

Amy. ) 

Josephine, j [With gestures of alarm looking Right Rear] 
Mercy! — there's a fight at the Picket Line! 
[The fighting is heard fast coming nearer] 

Major Perkins. [In hoarse bloodthirsty tone] Shoot them 
down! — Shoot them down! — 

Madame Robart. [With a little Shriek, fainting, she drops on 
the Sofa] 

Amy. ) 

Josephine, f [They run Left Front, where, cowering with 

fear, they turn round] 
Blanche. [Turning round, and looking rebukingly after them] 

Stand your ground! — and by your womanly courage, 

cheer your brave Defenders! — 
The ''Grays" [Enter, Right Rear, on the "Double Quick," 

Confederate Soldiers, who suddenly stand and turn 

round, and "Club" their Muskets] 
The "Blues." [Enter, Right Rear — in close pursuit — on the 

"Double Quick — shouting triumphantly — Blue Coat 

Soldiers with "Clubbed" Muskets] 

[The "Blues'' and the "Grays'' fight desperately, to and fro, 
across the Stage, and out Left Rear] 

Confederate Orderly. [Sword in hand, and with blood-stained 
face, he bounds in Right Rear — on the run — and out, 
Left Rear] 



52 Act IV. Scene I. 

Major Perkins. [Approaching — in bloodthirsty tone] Dont let 
one of the Traitors escape!— [A robust muscular Blue 
Coat Officer — well above the average height — Gray- 
haired— with ruddy face, and savage look — in disar- 
ranged Uniform, with sword drawn, he bounds in, 
Right Rear — and looking savagely Front, he suddenly 
halts.— His eye falling on the Confederate Flag, he 
eagerly bounds up to it, and savagely tearing it down — 
in vindictive tone] We'll take along this vile sectional 
Standard! — this "Flaunting Lie!" — for a small Trophy — 
[Unfurling the Starry Banner that he carries] and re- 
place it with the glorious Standard of an Invincible 
Nation! — [Erecting it, and looking admiringly up at 
it — in emphatic confident tone] The great Flag of the 
Future! — the Flag of an Emancipated World! — 
[The Band promptly plays the "Star Spangled 
Banner"] 
[Savagely looking at the ladies, he quickly turns away,, 
and retreats by Right Rear] 

Blanche. [Looking up at the "Stars and Stripes," and with a 
gesture of Horror backing, a step — turning right — in in- 
dignant tone] Am I again under the odious "Yankee 
Flag!" — [Backing, step further] And did I escape from 
one Federal Prison, to flee to Another one — for 
Re f uge ! — 

Amy. I 

Josephine, f [Bounding up to her, and looking inspiringly 

at her— in rallying tone] We promise you lots of fun at 
Belair, Cousin Blanche — if you go with us — [Seizing 
her by both arms, and bounding Rear with her — in tone 
of excessive jolliness] ha! ha! — [Suddenly halting, they 
talk confidentially to her, in undertone] 
Madame Robart. [In tone of dissatisfaction — Aside] The im- 
pudent little Simpletons have already taken full charge 
of her! 

Amy. ) 

Josephine. ^ 
Blanche. ) [Intently engaged in merry conversation in 

undertone — in loud hearty tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! 



53 Act IV. Scene II. 

'Madame Robart. fin curt commanding' tone] Blanche! — 

Amy. ) 

Josephine, f [Seizing hold of Blanche, and bounding out of 
sight with her — in loud hearty tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — 

Madame Robart. [Looking'- Front — in tone of mortification] 
They are trying to turn that innocent girl against me! — 
[In sarcastic tone] to infect her mind with their ro- 
mantic notions — with the delights of "Fishing Par- 
ties" — which catch no "Fish!" — and "Moonlight Excur- 
sions" — when there's no "Moon!" — and I can't take her 
from them, too soon! — [With hasty step following 
them— her eye falling on the "Stars and Stripes"] This 
is my House — [Pulling down the hated Flag, and re- 
placing it with a Confederate Flag] and this is my 
"Color!"— [With proud bearing, she proceeds on her 
way, departing] 

[End of Scene I.] 

Scene II. [Fort Union. — Entry way to the Fort, Left.] 

[A Squad of "Blue Coats" carrying Muskets, headed 
by an Orderly Sergeant, enter by Left Entrance, in 
single file, and with measured step crossing the Stage, 
depart through Right Entrance] 

Captain Ned O'Harra. [With bounding step entering by Left 
Entrance — looking left back] Sorry to lose your com- 
panionship. Captain Fury — 

Captain Clement Fury. [He deliberately enters close behind] 

Captain O'Harra. [Halting and turning round — in tone of 
satisfaction] But the "War" will soon be over. Captain 
Fury — when all of us "Regulars" will be messing to- 
gether again, at our old Posts on the Frontier. — 

Captain Fury. You are not near enough to the source of 
patronage, in the present War, Captain O'Harra — to be 
favorably noticed for your gallant services. — 

Captain O'Harra. [In emphatic confident tone] It was unfor- 
tunate for "Little Mack," that he was too near to 
Washington City, to escape the interference of a med- 
dling War Department. The same may be said of that 



54 Act IV. Scene III. 

distinguished soldier of two Wars — General Shields.. 
And it was most fortunate for Grant, that when his Star 
was ascending, he was too far away for officious inter- 
ference with his movements. — If Great Soldiers are 
made at Washington, Captain Fury, Great Soldiers are- 
also slaughtered there! — [In exultant tone] And I am 
glad that I am stationed more than a thousand miles 
away — where, for "getting Drunk," or for "winking" at 
a pretty woman, and such like indiscretions — "ungen- 
tlemanly conduct" — ha! ha! — I should be in no danger 
of being "court-martialed," and of having my long term 
of unrewarded service brought to a close— by a dis- 
graceful cashiering. [Confidentially approaching him, a 
step] Have I ever told you, Captain Fury, that I had a 
Lady-Love living not many miles from here — 
Captain Fury. This is the first I have heard of it, Captain — 
Captain O'Harra. [In exultant tone] A Charming Widow — 
childless — and "well fixed." — No, I haven't told you — 
[Taking him by the arm, and with leisure step leading 
him toward Right Front — in jovial tone] and I wouldn't 
tell you, now, if you were not going away — ha! ha! — I 
had a clear field, and I didn't want to give away a good 
thing. And if my suit materializes, my old Brothers- 
in-Arms will have a pleasant place at which to stop- 
over, on their Furloughs. 

[Through Right Entrance, a number of "Blue Coats," 
armed with Muskets, bound in, helter-skelter, hurrah- 
ing, and bounding across the Stage, disappear through 
Left Entrance] 

[End of Scene II.] 

Scene III. [Belair Plantation. Madame Robart's House. 
Scene I, at its close] 

Madame Robart. [In a well-fitting Black Dress — showing a 
well-compressed waist and symmetrical figure — with 
elastic step entering through Middle Right, and 
promptly looking to Right Rear.— Sadly turning away, 
and looking toward Left Rear — in tone of dissatis- 
faction] 'Tis now two whole weeks since that Girl came 



55 Act IV. Scene III. 

to me — and I have not yet had a minute of her com- 
pany. — [Turning Front — in soliloquy — in desponding 
tonej And one of these days — when the ''War" is over, 
and "Refugees" are returning to their Homes — they will 
all be leaving me! — [In tone of anguish] It is terrible 
to be living all alone! — [In self-accusing tone] And 'tis 
all my own fault! — in my "Weeds" buried away in this 
House — instead of "fixing up" and going abroad, and 
passing for what their cosmetics pass, now-a-days — at 
the "Springs" — [With smiling face looking over the 
audience] and at the Theatres — ladies many years my 
elders — a "Charming Young Widow!" — 

[An explosion of hearty laughter, in loud sonorous 
tone, comes from the Lawn, Off, Right Rear] 

Madame Robart. [She looks gladly that way] 
Captain O'Harra. [From a nearer point — in thrilling Irish 
Brogue] 

In War or Love w^e can't be beat. 
For an Irishman the world all over. 
Is the bravest Soldier you can meet — 

[Bounding in from the Lawn, an Armless Sleeve 
dangling at his right side — with a Nose noticeably 
large, and of a flaming Red, and gaily wearing his Cap 
on one side] 

And an Irishman is the boldest Lover. — 

Ha! ha!! ha!!!— 

[He suddenly halts and makes a ludicrous Salam] 

Madame Robart. [Promptly advancing to receive her visitor — 
in cordial tone] Always welcome to Belair, Captain 
O'Harra— ha! ha!— 

Captain O'Harra. [Seizing the extended White hand, and 
cordially shaking it] I was thinking of you, Madame — 
and couldn't pass your House without Calling — 

Madame Robart. [Setting a Chair for him — in tone of grat- 
ification] You were thinking of poor me. Captain 
O'Harra— 



56 Act IV. Scene III. 

Captain O'Harra. [Throwing himself into the soft seat, and 
looking back at her] An open confession is good for 
the Soul, Madame— ha! ha! — 

Bud Talbot. [Through Left Door Rear, a Confederate Scout 
is noticed emerging into view, and with stealthy step 
crossing the Lawn — in a Left Rear direction] 

Madame Robart. [In pleasant bantering tone] Then, you 
Soldiers will sometimes go out of your way, to call upon 
"Pretty Women" — tehee— [She bashfully hangs her 
head] 

Captain O'Harra. [Promptly looking up at her] / will always 
do it, Madame. — [Bounding to his feet, and looking 
seriously at her] It is when he is thinking of his Sweet- 
heart, that the Irish Soldier always has his best inspira- 
tion to fight. — And that's why his charge is always so 
irresistible, Madame, when he goes into Battle to the 
always dear music of "The Girl I left behind me." — 

Madame Robart. [She is giving him marked attention] 

Captain O'Harra. [Bending confidentially toward her] I've 
composed some Poetry about You, Madame. — It was my 
first effort in that line. — [Facing Front, and throwing 
forward his chest, and clearing his throat — looking 
seriously around at her] The Poets first composed, 

J when they were "head and heels" in love. [Throwing 

forward his Chest, and again clearing his throat — in 
rich barytone] 

Had I again my bachelor life. 
Before me all to go over, 

[Glancing around at her] 
The world should to-day have one more Wife — 

[Pointing to himself] 
And it should have one less Rover. 

Madame Robart. [Looking significantly at the insignia of 
his rank — in facetious tone] According to my thinking, 
Captain O'Harra, there should be one less "Captain," 
and one more "General," to-day, in the Yankee Army.— 



57 Act IV. Scene III. 

Captain O'Harra. [Looking seriously at her — in emphatic 
tone] The "Volunteer" Officers — with their political 
influence — stand in the way of us "Reg-ulars," in this 
"War." — And all of them want to be "Generals" or high 
up "Colonels." — [Abruptly turning away — looking 
pleasantly back] You flatter me, Madame, — 

Madame Robart. [Looking admiringly at him] Why is it, 
Captain O'Harra, that in all the great Battles of the 
world, the Irish Soldier fought, generally, on the 
stronger side? — 

Captain O'Harra. [In tone of satisfaction] Ha! ha!— [Point- 
ing to himself] The Irish Soldier, Madame, generally 
makes the stronger side. — 

Madame Robart. [In serious, confident tone] Then, it is 
because they have brave Irishmen to do their hard 
"fighting," that the Yankees have not been "whipped" — 
long ago — by our brave "Boys." — 

Captain O'Harra. [In blunt tone — Aside] There may be a few 
grains of truth in that view of it.— [Looking pleasantly 
at her] The Yankees have never been "Whipped," 
Madame!— And if they have England and his Satanic 
Majesty against them, they have with them, gallant 
Old Ireland and great Jehovah! — And they can't be 
whipped in their present fight, Madame — [In bantering 
tone] ha! ha! — 

Madame Robart. [Shrugging her shoulders] That's only Your 
Opinion, Captain O'Harra! — 

Captain O'Harra. But that's my firm conviction, Madame — 
for with the propagation of an odious type of human 
bondage, for the Corner-Stone of your "Cause," 
Madame, [Pointing reverently upward] they are solid 
against you, up there! — [In emphatic tone] And there 
is not enough Power down here to make yours the 
stronger side! — # 

Madame Robart. [She dissentingly turns away.] 

Captain O'Harra. [Looking pleasantly across at her] You 
don't agree with me, Madame — ha! ha! — [Backing away, 



58 Act IV. Scene IV. 

obsequiously bowing to her] And I don't want to have 
my first quarrel with you — ha! ha! — 

Madame Robart. [Looking around — in conciliatory tone] But 
I am not yet tired of your company Captain O'Harra. 

Captain O'Harra. [Pointing back] The ''Fort" is my Post of 
duty at the present moment, Madame— [Formally bow- 
ing to her, he turns quickly away, and with hasty step 
departs through Right Door into the Lawn] 

Madame Robart. [Looking after him — in pettish tone] He 
went away displeased with me! — And I had no business 
to talk "Politics" to him— what a Soldier never wants 
to hear — and what we Women know nothing about. — 
[Assuming an attitude of meditation] He's not young — 
and he's not handsome. — But he is brave! — and he has- 
young ways — [Bashfully hanging her head] like my- 
self — tehee. — [In a tone of mortification] I didnt go to 
the Door with him — and I didnt tell him Come again! — 
[With hasty step starting Right Rear — suddenly look- 
ing back — in exultant tone] He'll be looking back — 
[Merrily waving her White Pocket Handkerchief] and 
I'll be merrily waving to him. 

[End of Scene III.] 

Scene IV. [Belair. — A shady Glade leading immediately into 
I an impenetrably dark Thicket, Left] 

[From immediately Off, Right Entrance, comes in 
chorus, in a feminine animated strain] 

"Uncle O'Harra"— "Uncle O'Harra"— 

Amy. [In a Gay Dress with a fantastic Hat] 

Josephine. [In a Gay Dress with a fantastic Hat, which she 
wears gaily] 

Blanche. [In a rich Gay Dress with a black fantastic Cap or- 
namented with a blood Red Tassel] 

Amy. ) 

Josephine \ 

Blanche. ) [Hands joined, with leisure step they enter,^ 
and gaily facing Front — in hilarious tone] 



59 Act IV. Scene IV. 

And he has the ''Cut" of a Born Rogue — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 
And he is Irish — and has the Brogue — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 
And he has a "fighting" rakish way, 
And he has Hair that is Silver Gray — 
He is Four Score, if he is a day — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 

The clumsiest Bridegroom he would make — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 
His Bride to his ar7ns he could not take — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 
He went into Battle at Bull Run — 
Which was, you know, by our brave Boys won — 
With two strong arms, but there he lost one — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 

And he could not kiss his charming Bride — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra — 
Without her help — and hard work beside — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 
That's what he would want to do straightway. 
To his fair Bride on his Wedding-Day — 
His Big Red Nose would be in his way — 

Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. 

[In loud hearty tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — 

[From the Thicket promptly comes, in broad Irish 

accent] In the Name of the United Shtates, who comes 

there — 
Amy. [Excitedly looking at her companions — in subdued 

tone] We're at the Picket Line! — [Starting] Come 

away! — 
Josephine. [She bounds after her] 
Blanche. [Looking composedly after them] He's an Irish — 

man — and we needn't be afraid of him, if he does wear 

a "Blue Coat"— 

[From the Thicket comes, in Commanding tone] Ad- 
vance and give the Counthersign! — 



60 Act IV. Scene V. 

Amy. I 

Josephine, f [Seizing Blanche, and bounding Right with 
her — in joyful tittering tone] Ha! ha' — 

[From the Thicket comes, in determined tone] I'll 
make yees laugh another way — 

Private McCarthy. [With Musket raised, he bounds in — look- 
ing across, he suddenly halts, and dropping his Gun, 
backs a step — and crossing himself — in tremulous tone] 
Holy Mother!— 'Twas the "Good People!" — and they 
were laughing at me! — [Despairingly hanging his head] 
And maybe I'm to be kilt in the next Battle!— [Pulling 
out his Scapular, and reverently looking at it] It has 
saved me in many a "Foight!" — [Reverently pressing 
it to his lips, and putting it back into his bosom, and 
picking up his Musket, and with bowed head starting 
toward his post — turning round and looking Front — in 
tone of resignation] If I am kilt, shure I will only be 
following a good many of my brave Counthrymen — in 
a good Cause. 

[End of Scene IV. 

Scene V. [Belair Plantation. Madame Robart's House. 
Scene III, repeated] 

Madame Robart. [At Middle Right, with a gesture of alarm 
looking Off, Right — in tone of trepidation] He's making 

y straight for this House! — 

[The Cantering of a Horse comes from Off, Right] 

Madame Robart. [Suddenly pointing Rear, and sweeping her 
arm from Right to Left^n tone of exultation] He's 
taking another direction! — 

[The Cantering stops, suddenly] 

Madame Robart. [Looking Left Rear— in tone of anxiety] 
Those wild Girls are running great risks, in their ram- 
bles—with the Cutthroats prowling about! — 

Amy. [She bounds in from the Lawn, Left] 

Josephine. ) 

Blanche. f [With leisure step, they enter together, close 
behind] 



61 Act IV. Scene V. 

Amy. [With hasty step going up to her, and out of breath 
looking up at her] Aunt Louise! — we nearly got ar- 
rested by the "Blue Coats!" — [Looking chidingly back 
at them — in petulant tone] They wouldn't stop until we 
got to the Yankee "Picket Line!" — 

[The Cantering of a Horse passing from Right to 
Left, suddenly comes from Right Rear, Off the Lawn] 

Josephine. [Excitedly looking Right Rear, she nervously 
starts toward her Aunt and Amy] 

Blanche. [Undisturbedly, she looks curiously in the direction 
of the Cantering] 

Madame Robart. [Looking sternly at her — in chiding tone] 
Blanche!— are you not afraid of those Cutthroats! — 

[The Cantering stops suddenly] 
Amy. [In serious assuring tone] She's not a bit afraid of them^ 
Aunt Louise! — for it was as much as Cousin Josephine 
and myself could do, [Glancing at her] to keep her from 
running into the arms of the "Blue Coat Picket!" — 

Blanche. [Looking merrily across at them— in hearty tone] 
Ha! ha!! ha!!!— 

[Suddenly— and without notice — the Head and arched 
Neck with flowing Mane, of a Coal Black Steed, shows 
through Left Door into Lawn] 

Amy. ) 

Josephine. > 

Madame Robart. ) [With gestures of Horror, they scream] 

Blanche. [Quickly turning right and looking at audience — in 
ecstatic tone] What a beautiful Horse! — 

[The Rider — who shows only to Blanche — with his 
Horse, immediately backs out of sight] 

Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror looking across at 
her] Blanche! — 

Blanche. [With straining eyes she is looking through the 
Door] 

Colonel Ferguson. [Captain Gus Ferguson, in a Federal Colo- 
nel's Uniform — with modest bearing he enters, and sud- 
denly halting, looks intently at Blanche] 



62 Act IV. Scene V. 

Blanche. [She joyfully advances, a step, and extends her 
hand] 

Colonel Ferguson. [Bounding up to her, he joyfully seizes the 
white little hand] 

Amy. ") 

Josephine. v 

Madame Robart. ) [With gestures of astonishment, they 
look Left Rear] 

Blanche. [Promptly leading him toward her company — point- 
ing to him — in jocose assuring tone] This is that "Fed- 
eral Spy" — ha! ha! — who befriended me down in the 
City. — [Looking from him to her — in courteous tone] 
My worthy Aunt — [Turning to them — in bantering 
tone] My noble Cousins — ha! ha! — 

Amy. ) 

Josephine, f [They bow graciously to him] 

Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly at her — in serious 
tone] I am again at your command, Miss Daponte, to 
befriend you at Belair — 

Blanche. [With a gesture of surprise looking up at him — in a 
tone of astonishment] At Belair! — 

Madame Robart. [In snappish tone — Aside] I'd like to know 
what service the Cutthroat could render here to her. — 

/Josephine. [Approaching her, a step — in sympathetic tone] 
Wouldn't it be nice, Cousin Blanche, if your "Blue 
Coat" Soldier "Friend" was stationed at the "Yankee 
Fort" — instead of Major Perkins — 

Madame Robart. [Looking morosely across — in sarcastic 
tone] We couldn't have that much good luck — if he 
isn't Satan himself — 

Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly across at her — in 
hearty tone] Ha! ha! — [In sympathetic assuring tone] 
You will receive no more "Visits" from Major Perkins, 
Madame Robart. — He has been "Relieved" by me, — 

Blanche. [Laying her hand over her heart — in ecstatic tone — 
Aside] There are joys for which there are no words! — 



63 Act IV. Scene V. 

Madame Robart. [Eagerly approaching him — in tone of 
solicitude] I hope you have not ''relieved" our good 
friend, Captain O'Harra — 

Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly at her — in earnest 
tone] A braver Soldier than Captain O'Harra, doesn't 
live! — He is my esteemed Chief of Staff, Madame. — 

Madame Robart. [Promptly going up to him, and heartily 
shaking hands with him — in cordial tone] You are 
heartily welcome to Belair, Sir. — [Pointing to them] 
These Girls are my Nieces — "Refugees" in my charge. 
And their fancy for their ''company" seems to run to 
"Soldiers" — ha! ha! — [Bashfully h.*nging her head — 
Aside] And mine, too — tehee. — 

Amy. [Gladly looking from her Aunt to Blanche — and back — 
in congratulating tone] We'll have two welcome 
"Visitors" from the Yankee Fort, now — 

Blanche. [Looking joyfully at them — in startling emphatic 
tone] We'll have THREE!— \^0ViTi^\ng Rear, and disap- 
pearing through Left Door into the Lawn, she imme- 
diately returns, leading in a caparisoned Coal Black 
Steed] 

Colonel Ferguson. [Looking Rear, he laughs heartily] 
Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror, looking Rear — 

in tone of alarm] Don't bring the brute in here! — 
Blanche. [Advancing with him — in exultant tone] And here is 
ONE of them! — [Halting with him and patting him ten- 
derly — in ardent tone] / do love a fine horse! — [Looking 
eagerly across at the Colonel — in inquiring tone] I hope 
he has a pretty Name — 

Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly at her — in bland tone] 
APPOMATTOX— 

Blanche. [Patting him caressingly — looking pleasantly up at 
the Colonel — in rapturous tone] Then, he's a Southern 
Horse!— and I like him the better for it — 

Colonel Ferguson. [Looking jestingly at her — in bland assur- 
ing tone] Not since we brought him to our Side — 
where he gets all the OATS that he wants — ha! ha! 



64 Act IV. Scene V. 

Madame Robart. [Looking rebukingly at Appomattox— in 
sarcastic tone] I don't like man or Horse — that changes 
his Politics — 

Colonel Ferguson. [In hearty ludicrous tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — 
Blanche. [Kindly patting the noble animal— in jocular tone] 
Ha! ha!— 

[The iDud ringing of a Dining-Room Bell comes from 
Off, Door, Middle Left] 

Madame Robart. ) 

Amy. \ 

Josephine. ) [Looking graciously at the Colonel, they 

step into line with him — on his right] 

Blanche. [Looking pleasantly at her Horse — in companion- 
able tone] That's our Dinner Bell, Appomattox — and 
you, too, must have Dinner — [Leading him to the head 
of the line, looking kindly at him — in pleasant assuring 
tone] must have what made you change your "Pol- 
itics" — and what may make you change back — [Putting 
her mouth close to his ear — in loud tone] OATS. 

[Tableau.] 

[Madame Robart, Amy, Josephine, Colonel Ferguson, 
Appomattox, and Blanche — i3i the order mentioned, 
from Right to Left, across the Stage] 

End of Scene v.] 
[end of act IV.] 

FOR ENCORE I 

Blanche. [Kindly patting Appomattox, looking at the aud- 
ience — in tone of commendation] He will change back, 
and be a good Southern Horse again, if they dont keep 
giving him plenty "OATS." 



65 Act V. Scene I. 



ACT V. 

Scene I. [CAMP CONFEDERACY. "Officers Quarters." A 
wide Open Door, at Middle Rear. A Field Tent — show- 
ing a Hammock — well back, Left. A Flagstaff, with the 
Confederate Flag flying at the top, at Rear, to Right of 
Middle. Through Middle Rear, a Pole with a Confeder- 
ate Flag waving at top, shows at a short distance, Rear.] 

Private O'Flynn. [A broad-shouldered Irish Confederate Sol- 
dier. Of average height, and about 40. Armed with a 
Musket, and with leisurely pace treading the Stage, at 
Rear, to and fro, from Right to Left — suddenly halting 
and hanging down his head — in soliloquy — in serious 
tone] The "Boys" are talking a good deal about 
"Home," of late. — And they are not "spilin" for a 
"fight" with the Yankees, anymore — those of them who 
are left. — And as sure as me name is Dennis— Dennis 
O'Flynn — the "Confedheracy" is on its last legs! — And 
from the President himself, down to me — who wouldn't 
turn "Informer," for all the Gould in England — they'll 
be for hanging every one of us — for "Thrayturs!" [Put- 
ting his hand to his throat, and feeling it tenderly — in 
serious tone] I'm awful ticklish, hereabouts — [Suddenly 
looking Right — immediately looking Front, and point- 
ing Right — in tone of solicitude] A Horse coming back 
from the "Fight," without his Rider! — [Looking Right — 
with a gesture of Horror looking Front] 'Tis "Andrew 
Jackson!" — the Colonel's Horse! — 

[A Horse is heard approaching. Off, Right Rear, at a 
rapid pace] 

Private O'Flynn. [Dropping his Musket, and throwing up his 
arms] Ho! — Ho! — [Advancing — in kindly tone] Ho! — 
"Andy!" — [Disappearing through the Opening — imme- 
diately coming back, by the Bridle holding in check, 



66 Act V. Scene I. 

with great effort, a raw-boned spirited Horse bedaubed 
with Mud — in soothing gentle tone] Ho — Ho — Andy — 
Ho — [Turning him round, and leading him back out — 
throwing the Bridle over his head, and vigorously slap- 
ping him on the back — in commanding tone]Go, now — 
and scramble for your Dinner — 

["Andy" is heard bounding away, Right] 

Private O'Flynn. [Picking up his Musket, and proceeding 
with his Guard duty — in soliloquy — in confident tone] 
His hollow Flanks — and bare Ribs show that "Andy" is 
a "True Blue" "Rebel" Horse. 

Lieut. Ponsonby Blossom. [A blustering Confederate Officer — 
well above the average height — slightly corpulent, and 
with a round smooth face — about 35 — with bounding 
step entering through Right Front, and with deliberate 
step, pompously going Rear — in ostentatious tone] 
Guard! there's not an enemy in sight. — [Noticing the 
Hammock, and starting toward it, and looking around 
at Guard, with finger pointed at Tent — in arrogant 
tone] And I will station myself here. — [He is noticed 
promptly clambering into the Hammock] 
- [A burst of startling inharmonious noise that re- 
sounds through the Quarters, immediately comes from 
the Tent] 

"^Private O'Flynn. [Looking across at Tent — a comical Grin 
on his face — in gleeful tone] Sleeping on Post — ha! 
ha! — He's a Daisy Officer — [Suddenly turning round 
and bounding up to Door, Right Rear, and through it 
aiming his Musket — in commanding tone] Halt! — 
[Looking back] Officer of the Guard! — 

Lieut. Blossom. [In petulant tone] That'll do. Guard! — 
[Turning away, he immediately resumes his Snoring] 

Private O'Flynn. [Looking back — in impatient tone] Officer 
of the Guard! — Officer of the Guard! — 

Lieut. Blossom. [Turning round — in peremptory petulant 
tone] That's enough, Guard! — Enough, I say! — [Turning 
away, he immediately vigorously resumes Snoring] 



67 Act V. Scene I. 

Private O'Flynn. [Aiming high, his Musket — in confident 
tone] This should bring the lubber — 

[The startling report of a discharged Musket is heard 
through the Camp] 

[A startling piercing scream — in a melodious fem- 
inine voice — comes through the Opening] 

Private O'Flynn. [Suddenly dropping his Musket, he assumes 
a gesture of Horror] 

Lieut. Blossom. [From his elevated berth, he tumbles head 
foremost, out on the Stage, and utters a groan of 
distress] 

Blanche. [In Gray Mantilla and Tricolor Cap, her beautiful 
long Hair in a Plait falling down over her back — 
deathly pale, franticly emerging from Right Rear, and 
running in past the Guard — suddenly halting, and look- 
ing indignantly fron the Officer to the Guard and 
back — in caustic rebuking tone] You cowardly fel- 
lows! — You tried to shoot me down! — [Looking eagerly 
around — in commanding tone] Lead me to Captain 
Daponte! — 

Lieut. Blossom. [Assuming a pompous bearing — in tone of 
condescension] The Colonel is not in the Camp, at 
present — 

Blanche. [She looks hopefully at the Guard] 

Private O'Flynn. [Bowing submissively to her — in respectful 
tone] The Colonel is away, lady — and all of his Com- 
mand that he didn't carry with him, is now before you — 

Blanche. [With a gesture of mortification looking at them — 
in tone of chagrin] Captain Daponte is my dear 
Brother! — and it was to meet him that I have come 
from Bel air! — 

Lieut. Blossom. [Facing her, and looking critically at her — 
in incisive tone] How were you able to get through the 
Yankee lines — 

Blanche. [Looking disdainfully at him — in contemptuous 
tone] It is not my pleasure to tell you. Sir! — 



68 Act V. Scene I. 

Lieut. Blossom. [Looking determinedly at her — in tone of 
high authority] Until the Colonel returns — when I will 
take you before him, to account for yourself — you will 
be detained in this Camp. — 

Private O'Flynn. [Leveling at her, his Musket] Halt! — 

Blanche. [In tone of anxiety — Aside] Colonel Ferguson is in 
danger of Capture at Belair! — [Looking contemptuously 
at Blossom — in tone of defiance] Dare you hold me 
Prisoner in my Brother's Camp! — 

Lieut. Blossom. [Looking derisively at her — in scoffing tone] 
In this Camp — until Daponte returns — 

Private O'Flynn. [Leveling at her, his Musket] Halt! — 

Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror backing, a step — in a 
tone of abhorrence] With brutes for my only 
Companions! — 

Private O'Flynn. [With a gesture of alarm he bounds up to 
Right Rear and assumes a listening attitude. — Imme- 
diately dropping his Musket, and bounding toward 
Right Front — in tone of consternation] The "BLUE 
COATS!"— 

Lieut. Blossom. [Bounding after him — in imploring tone] 
Guard! — don't leave me! — 

Blanche. [Anxiously looking around — in tone of despair] 
What can I do to save myself! — [She runs into Tent] 

Major Perkins. [Through Middle Rear, with Sword drawn, 
he stealthily bounds in, with a Squad of ''Blue Coats"] 

Lieut. N. B. Rhinelander. [A German Federal Officer. Of 
robust frame, and above the average height. About 
35. — Through Right Rear, with Sword drawn, he noise- 
lessly bounds in, with a Squad of "Blue Coats"] 

Major Perkins. [Halting — in savage tone] What do we find! — 
[Looking around — in tone of disappointment] An 
abandoned Camp! — [Looking into Tent — in demoniac 
tone of triumph] Aha! — playing "hide — and — seek." — I 
thought I would, some day, get a chance to put a 
"Rope" around your White Neck! — 



69 Act V. Scene I. 

Blanche. [With a bearing of Resignation, she emerges from 

the Tent] 
Major Perkins. [Turning round, pointing back] Lieutenant! 

put a Guard at once on her! — and if she's disposed to be 

troublesome, load her down in Irons! — [Pointing to 

rear of Tent] And see if there is not another one — for 

Vipers always go in Pairs. — ' 
Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror — in despairing tone — 

Aside] My God! — he means to kill me! — and I am 

helpless! 
Silas Doubleday. [A Blue Coat Scout, well above the average 

height — bounding in. Right Rear, and pointing exult- 

ingly back] A Squad of "Rebs" coming from Belair, 

with a "Blue Coat" Prisoner. — 
Major Perkins. [In tone of Command] Ambuscade, my 

Men! — [In exultant tone] and we'll "bag" them! — 
Silas Doubleday. [He bounds back out Right Rear] 
Major Perkins. [He stations himself and his Men, to Front of 

Entrance — well out of sight from Outside] 
Lieut. Rhinelander. [He stations himself and his Men, to 

Rear of Entrance — well out of sight from Outside] 
[The tread of Troops approaching at a rapid pace, 

shouting and hurrahing, comes from Off, Right Rear] 
Blanche. [She is noticed stealthily edging toward Right 

Front — suddenly throwing up her arms, in an attitude 

of thankfulness to Heaven, she noiselessly bounds out 

of sight] 

Lieut. Allen Pillow. [A young Confederate Officer of lithe 
muscular frame — a little above the average height. — 
With his discomfited Prisoner and his jubilant Com- 
mand, he bounds in sight] 

Major Perkins. ) 

Lieut. Rhinelander. [ [With their Men bounding forward — 

in determined tone] Throw down your Arms! — and 

Surrender! — 

Lieut. Pillow. [Promptly complying — in ironical tone] You 
have the "Drop" on us, Major — ha! ha! 



70 Act V. Scene I. 

Major Perkins. [In tone of peremptory command] Lieuten- 
ant! take their arms from the Traitors! — and put a 
Guard on them — until we are leaving — 

Lieut. Rhinelander. [He joyfully seizes Colonel Ferguson by 
the hand] 

Colonel Ferguson. [Joyfully seizing him by the hand] How 
can I thank you, Major Perkins! — 

Major Perkins. [Looking cynically at him — in tone of dissat- 
isfaction] After my warning to you about "Belair," 
[Pointing back across] how did yoa let her to pass 
through your Lines — [Looking across — with a gesture of 
Horror — in tone of mortification] Has the Traitress es- 
caped from me! — [Pointing to Right Front] Lieutenant 
Rhinelander! — Go — bring her back! — if it takes my 
whole Command! — 

Silas Doubleday. [Bounding in Right Rear — promptly point- 
ing back — in tone of warning] Daponte's returning, 
Major — on the "Double Quick" — 

Major Perkins. [Promptly looking across at him] Lieutenant 
Rhinelander!— [Motioning him to Left Rear] "FOR- 
WARD" is the word.— 

Lieutenant Rhinelander. [With 'hasty step, he starts toward 
Left Rear] 

Colonel Ferguson. [Seriously looking at the Major — in tone 

_^ of anxiety] I hope Colonel Daponte's sudden attack was 

not a Ruse — that draws Captain O'Harra — with the 

small force at his command—away from the defence of 

the "Fort!"— 

Silas Doubleday. [In assuring tone] The "Johnnies" are 
bringing in no Prisoners — and they got the worst of 
the "Fight." — [He bounds back, and out] 

Major Perkins. [Looking composedly at him — in assuring 
tone] Ned O'Harra is as wiley as he is brave, and if 
Daponte was trying to fool him, he has been beaten at 
his own Game. — 

Lieut. Rhinelander. [In Teutonic loud tone] Forward— 
March. — [Quickly turning round, he leads through 
the Opening] 



71 Act V. Scene I. 

Major Perkins. | 

Colonel Ferguson, f [Close behind, they promptly depart, 
together] 

Colonel Ferguson, [Suddenly turning round, at Opening, and 
looking vengefuUy across the Quarters — in tone of 
mortification] They have my Horse! — [In sympathetic 
tone] And I'm sorry for Appomattox! — [In rebuking 
tone] for they'll starve the poor brute! — and ride him to 
death! [Quickly turning away, he hastily departs] 

[Immediately, a Horse is heard restlessly pawing the 
Ground, outside Middle Right, and violently kicking 
the strong plank wall. Immediately, a Horse is heard 
viciously kicking the wall, a little to Front. Suddenly, a 
Crash is heard — and high up in the wall, too large Open 
Windows show — through which two Horses — presuma- 
bly confined in adjacent Stalls — promptly protrude their 
Heads. On the Head of the Rear Horse, a Starry Ban- 
ner is conspicuously displayed. On that of the other, 
the Confederate Flag is equally conspicuous. — After 
a furious little "Battle of Flags" — in which each tries 
without success to capture the "Color" of the other — 
they withdraw their Heads. And judging by their 
kicking of walls, they are trying to break out of their 
Stalls, to get into closer engagement. — Immediately, 
they are heard violently Rearing — with the scene of 
their combat shifting in a Right Rear direction. Sud- 
denly, "Appomattox" — with "Color" flying — dashes past 
Middle Rear — presumably following his "Blue Coat" 
Master — "Andrew Jackson" — minus his "Flag" — be- 
daubed with Mud, and with Hair bristled — in high 
dudgeon in hot pursuit] 

[Immediately, the noise of the entry of Troops — with 
the Clanking of Arms — comes through Middle Rear.] 

Lieut. Burke Davis. [A young Confederate Ofiicer. Of well- 
developed muscular frame — well above the average 
height — in greatly disarranged Uniform, and looking 
very pale — with slow step entering through Middle 
Rear — looking considerately around back — in sympa- 
thetic tone] I hope it is not that bad, Miss Daponte — 



72 Act V. Scene I, 

Blanche. [Entering beside him — suddenly bounding before 
him, and with a gesture of Horror looking at him — in 
thrilling tone of alarm] You "hope!" — is that all! — 
[In heart-rending tone] And I can only ''hope!" — 
[With clasped hands pressing her heart — looking ear- 
nestly at him — intone of resignation] Now, I want to 
know the worst! — 

Lieut. Davis. [In serious tone] We couldn't stand the impet- 
uous Charge of the Savages let loose upon us — who con- 
sisted in great part of infuriated Indians and Wild 
Irishmen! — And in single combat with him, our Col- 
onel was carried off, Prisoner, by a red-faced Warrior. — 
And the worst, I hope, is that he is now on his way to a 
Yankee Prison — where he will be held until duly "Ex- 
changed." — 

Blanche. [In tone of startling earnestness] My Brother must 
not lie pining — perhaps dying! — in a loathsome Prison^ 
while I have my liberty! — And I want to be imme- 
diately escorted beyond your lines — in the direction of 
the Fort to which he was taken! — 

Lieut Davis. [In deferential tone] You shall be escorted as 
you wish. Miss Daponte. — [Promptly starting toward 
Middle Rear — turning round] But you will be made 
Prisoner when you get to the Yankee Outpost — [In 

/ scoffing tone] in your foolhardy and idle undertaking. 

Blanche. [Looking rebukingly after him — in emphatic tone] 
When a true woman works with a will for the man she 
loves, there is no telling her ingenuity to foil his- 
enemies! — [Looking deferentially at audience] And if a 
little Mouse was strong enough — as we are informed — 
to set at liberty an imprisoned Lion, [Pointing deliber- 
ately to herself] a spirited Creole Girl — with her hot 
Southern blood coursing [Holding up her arms] the 
bluest of "Blue" veins — should be strong enough to 
tear down the Bars behind which lies — perhaps bleed- 
ing and unattended — a Brother whom she loves!-— loves 
with a devoted Sister's love! — [Starting Rear — turning 
back — in declaratory tone] I am not of that round num- 



73 Act V. Scene IL 

ber of faint-hearted Girls who take their courage from 
their fears. And on my mission of love I go — [Majes- 
tically turning away — rapidly departing — quickly turn- 
ing round at Door — in startling tone of earnestness] to 
DO or die! 

[End of Scene I. 

Scene II. [A "HALT on the Route of the ''Blue Coats" return- 
ing to "Fort Union" — after their victorious "fight" with 
Colonel Daponte and his Men. A little Left of Middle — 
against Rear — a rude temporary seat shows. Right 
and Left, wide open Entrances show] 

Captain O'Harra. [Approaching, Left — in triumphant jocular 
tone] We've got the "Johnnies" again, this time. — 
[Bounding in, his Uniform torn, and in a laughably 
disarranged condition — above his head swinging his 
Sword — in exultant tone] A "Roland" for an "Oliver" — 
tit for tat is the Latin of it, I believe. — If they have Fer- 
guson, [Turning round and pointing back] we have 
Daponte — ha! ha! — 

Colonel Daponte. [In greatly torn Uniform — Guarded by 
two "Blue Coat" Soldiers — with head bowed he enters] 

Captain O'Harra. [Thrusting his hand into an inside Breast 
Pocket — in Commanding tone] Halt for "Refresh- 
ment" — 
Colonel Daponte. [He bounds into the near Seat] 
Captain Harra. [Drawing forth a huge Flask, and shaking 
it — in tone of mock gravity] The Priest Christens his 
own chijd, first — ha! hal — [Throwing wide apart, his 
legs, and raising his Flask, and taking a generous 
draught, and going up to his Prisoner, and looking con- 
siderately down at him, and offering him his Flask — in 
cordial tone] Take alittle. Colonel — of the Staff of life — 
ha! ha! — 'Tis a long way to the "Fort" — and 'twill brace 
you up — 

Colonel Daponte. [Shaking his bowed head— in thankful tone] 
I never "Drink," Captain — 

[His Guards look astonished at each other] 



74 Act V. Scene II. 

Captain O'Harra. [Backing, a step, and looking- rebukingly 
down at him] You won't "Drink" with me! — and you 
want to insult me! — 

Colonel Daponte. [Looking earnestly up at him] I repeat, 
Captain O'Harra, that I never ''Drink" — and if any of 
my Men do, it is against my positive "Orders." — [He 
bows down his head] 

[With eyes wide open — showing their "whites" — his 
Guards look Front] 

•Captain O'Harra. [With a gesture of astonishment — in serious 
tone — Aside] That's the whole story in a nutshell — 
why his splendid Command didn't scoop up myself 
and my little band of Heroes. — [Exultingly holding up 
his Flask — Aside] It didn't have the right kind of 
"Ammunition" — ha! ha! — [Looking seriously down at 
him — in tone of astonishment] You never get "Drunk," 
Colonel! — Then, you know nothing of one of the chief 
enjoyments of this life! — 

Colonel Daponte. [Looking composedly up at him — in em- 
phatic tone] "Water" — pure "Water" has been my 
favorite beverage, up to this time — and I don't know 
what a "headache" is. — [Suddenly relapsing into his 
lassitude, he bows down his head] 

Captain O'Harra. [Looking critically down at him — in serious 
J inquiring tone] Don't take a "Nightcap," before going 

to Bed — nor a "Toddy" every morning before Break- 
fast — in this Climate — 

[His Guards are noticed smacking their lips] 
Colonel Daponte. [Looking guilelessly up at him — gravely 
shaking his head — in languid tone] Don't know what 
you mean, Captain — 

[With eyes wide open — showing their "Whites" — his 
Guards look Front, again] 
Captain O'Harra. [Gravely looking down at him — in inquir- 
ing confident tone] Surely, your "Prison Fare" — espe- 
cially for high Officers — includes "Whiskey" — for an 
"Appetizer" — 



75 Act V. Scene 11. 

Colonel Daponte. [Looking candidly up at him] I never keep 
in my Camp — for any purpose — a drop of the vile 
Stuff! — And if any of my Prisoners want an "Appetizer," 
they must do without it! — or take my "Appetizer" — 
"Water" — pure "Water." — 

[His Guards look shocked] 

Captain O'Harra. [Looking furiously at him — in sarcastic 
rebuking tone] No "Whiskey" in your "Prison Fare" 
for "Officers!" — [Vigorously stamping the ground — in 
emphatic determined tone] Then, I want Colonel 
Ferguson released — without delay — from your infernal 
Prison Pen! — [He petulantly turns away] 

Colonel Daponte. [Bounding to his feet, and eagerly approach- 
ing the Captain, a step — in tone of astonishment] 
Colonel Ferguson! — 

Captain O'Harra. [Turning half round and coolly looking 
back — in blunt tone] Colonel Ferguson — who, two weeks 
ago, relieved Major Perkins. He was captured, to-day, 
at Belair, by your Men — 

Colonel Daponte. [In eager inquiring tone] "Gus" Ferguson — 

Captain O'Harra. [Promptly facing him — in frank tone] 
Colonel "Gus" Ferguson — of the "Oldham Blues." — [In 
tone of defiance] And may be you have some old grudge 
against the gallant Northerner — 

Colonel Daponte. [With a gesture of rapture] "Gus" Ferguson 
was the dearest friend I had living, when I was at 
Stafford College! — 

Captain O'Harra. [Pointing through Left Entrance] He's a 
Prisoner at your Camp. — [Approaching him, a step] 
He's an excellent fellow. — And if he is of Puritan 
Stock, he has no more use for "Cold Water" — as an 
"Appetizer" — than I have. — And if you promise me to 
set him at liberty, immediately — 

Colonel Daponte. [Pointing impressively to his heart] I give 
you my "Word of honor," Captain — 

Captain O'Harra. [In blunt tone] That's enough, Colonel — 
[Assuming a military bearing — in emphatic tone] 
always enough, between Soldiers. — 



76 Act V. Scene II. 

Colonel Daponte. [Joyfully taking hold of his hand — in 
ardent tone] Captain! our next meeting, I hope, [Look- 
ing significantly at him] will be a merry one. — [With a 
smiling face he bows away toward Left Entrance] 

Captain O'Harra. [Holding up his Flask] But you are leaving 
without making your peace with me — ha! ha! — 

Colonel Daponte. [Bounding up to him, he eagerly seizes the 
offered Flask, and throwing back his head — in veteran 
Drinker fashion — raises it to his lips] 
[His late Guards look astonished at each other] 

Captain O'Harra. [His impatience to get back his Flask, soon 
manifests itself, in his restlessness] 

Colonel Daponte. [Panting for breath, handing back Flask — 
in tone of satisfaction] Captain! I never needed it 
more. — [Suddenly turning away, looking back — in tone 
of mock seriousness] But I never "Drink" — [With 
bounding step departing — in hearty tone] ha! ha!! ha!!! 

Captain O'Harra. [Shaking his Flask, he petulantly throws it 
on the ground. Drawing forth another one, and exult- 
ingly holding it up] The true "Caprain" will always have 
his "Reserves" to fall back upon — in case of necessity — 
ha! ha! — [Taking a satisfactory draught — glancing back 
over his shoulder — shaking Flask — in confident serious 
tone — Aside] If they get it into their hands, good by 

/ to it. — [Turning round, and assuming a pompous bear- 

ing — in commanding tone] Squad — Attention. Right — 
Face. Forward — March. 

[The "Guards" depart by Right Entrance] 
[Promptly following Guards — suddenly halting at 
Right Entrance — in thunder tone] Squad — Halt. — 
[Pointing admiringly after his command, looking 
around at audience — in earnest tone] The Nation's 
brave Defenders to-day, will never die! — [Advancing' 
Front — in confident tone] In every foreign land, they 
will live in the admiration of the Friends of human 
Liberty; and in Story and in Song, they will be en^ 
shrined in their own dear land! — [Raising his Flask^ 
and "Drinking" — in tone of felicitation] The Country 



77 Act V. Scene III. 

is Safe! — [Looking significantly back at Right En- 
trance — in positive tone] And it shall be the highest 
duty of her Loyal Statesmen, to provide generously 
for the gallant and patriotic maimed Survivors, and to 
take good care of the Widows and the Orphans of the 
fallen heroes! — [In humorous tone — Aside] They could 
easily take care of mine — ha! ha! — [Taking a "Drink," 
and exultingly holding up his Flask — in maudlin humor- 
ous tone] I'll fight it out on this Line — while my "Am- 
munition" lasts — ha! ha! — [Going up to temporary 
Seat, and falling heavily on it, and setting his Flask on 
the ground beside him, and with a smiling face looking 
at audience — in maudlin jovial tone] "Holding the 
Fort" — ha! ha! — [Picking up Flask, and "Drinking" — 
suddenly taking it down and significantly shaking it — 
petulantly throwing it on the ground — in maudlin tone 
of disappointment] I'm out of "Ammunition!" — and 
must now break up Camp. — [Struggling to his feet, 
and ■ with unsteady step starting toward Right En. 
trance — in maudlin exultant tone] "DIVIDED" — 
[Staggering] we stand. — No — that isn't it. — [Steadying 
himself] "UNITED"— [Staggering] we /^//.—[Steady- 
ing himself] No — no — [Reeling through Right En- 
trance — in maudlin triumphant tone] WE'LL NEVER 
FALL! 

[End of Scene II.] 

Scene III. [Scene I, repeated] 

[The Band is playing a mournful air] 

Lieut. Burke Davis. [Left — a little to Front of Tent— he 
stands reading from the Muster-RoU in his hand] 

Lieut. Blossom. [At a short distance across, he stands 
listening] 

Private O'Flynn. [To Right— a little Front of Blossom— he 
stands with mouth wide open, and eyes agape, listening] 

[A Private Soldier, with White Bandage on his head, 
stands at Middle Rear, languidly looking in] 



78 Act V. Scene III. 

Colonel Daponte. [With head bowed, he is excitedly pacing 
to and fro — from Right to Left — across the Stage, at a 
short distance to Front] 

Lieut. Burke Davis. [Laying down Roll, and looking across 
at the Colonel — in serious tone] And Corporal Maloney 
is "Missing" — 

Private O'Flynn. [Impressively pointing his finger at the 
Lieutenant — in sorrowful confident tone] You can put 
poor Mullowny down with your "Killed," Leftenant — 
for "Patsy" liked "foighting" like "ating," and it was 
on the loikes of him that the "Blue Coats" began their 
^'killing in earnest ' our "Boys " 

Colonel Daponte. [In soliloquy— in tone of humiliation] A 
little Troop of Federal Raiders boldly ambuscade in 
my Camp — and capture my Men as they triumphantly 
enter with their Prisoner! — 

Private O'Flynn. [In serious tone — Aside] They very near 
got Blossom and me, too. — 

Colonel Daponte. [In despairing tone] What hope is therefor 
us, to wrest victory from an enemy of unsurpassed dar- 
ing, vigilance, and valor, and of unlimited resources! — 
[In confident tone] The Fates are against us! — [In self- 
accusing tone] Heaven is against us! 

Private O'Flynn. [Hanging his head — Aside] Then, the game 
J is up with us! — whin they're agin us up there. [He puts 

his hand to his throat, and feels it tenderly] 

Colonel Daponte. [Halting, and dejectedly facing audience — 
in despairing tone] We have enlisted our last man 
capable of bearing arms. And our lines of communica- 
tion with our chief Sources of Supply, are closed by a 
Blockade that deprives us of all intercourse with the 
outer world! — And if among foreign Nations, we have 
a friend to-day, in our life-struggle^ it is England — [He 
contemplatively hangs his head] 

Private O'Flynn. [In malicious tone — Aside] Bad luck to 
her! — it was her support — that wasn't for love of us — 
that put solid agin us, the brave Irish "Boys," with 
their 'GREEN FLAGS!—" 



79 Act V. Scene III.. 

Colonel Daponte. [Abstractedly repeating it] England — [In 
petulant tone] whose open countenance induced us to 
overrate our Strength, and to reject advantageous 
overtures for Peace! — 

Blanche. [Bounding in, Right Rear — in rapturous tone] He 
said my Brother was "Exchanged!" — and would be 
here before me! — [Suddenly halting, she looks eagerly 
through the Quarters] 

Colonel Daponte. [With a gesture of surprise looking at the 
audience — in tone of astonishment] Blanche's Voice! — 
[With a gesture of Horror — in tone of anxiety] Does it 
come from the Other World! — 

Blanche. [In eager distressful tone] Where is he! — 

Colonel Daponte. [He joyfully turns round] 

Blanche. [Bounding toward him — in tone of rapture] lAj 

Brother!— 
Colonel Daponte. [Impulsively advancing to meet her — in 

ardent tone] My Sister! — 
Blanche. [Impressing upon his cheek, an ardent kiss, and 

through her tears of joy looking up at him — in tone of 

satisfaction] They told me that you were captured in 

Battle! — and I started to the Yankee Fort — to liberate 

you, or die in the attempt! — 
Colonel Daponte. [Affectionately seizing both her hands — in 

tone of alarm] My Sister! you are not looking well! — 
Private O'Flynn. [He bounds into Tent] 

Colonel Daponte. Your eyes have lost much of their lustre — 
and the Rose has left your cheek! — You tremble! — and 
I fear you are ill! — 

Private O'Flynn. [He bounds out of Tent with a Camp Stool,, 
and sets it for her] 

Colonel Daponte. [He promptly bows his thanks to the gal- 
lant Private] 

Private O'Flynn. [Glancing reflectingly at Burke Davis and 
Blossom — in exultant tone — Aside] It takes an Irish- 
man to show proper respect to a Lady— 



80 Act V. Scene III. 

[Suddenly, a startling Outburst of Cheers — immedi- 
ately followed by a volley of terrifying Yells — comes 
through Middle Rear] 

Lieut. Burke Davis. ) 
Lieut. Blossom. >■ 

Private O'Flynn. ) [With bounding step, they depart 

through Middle Rear] 

Colonel Daponte. [Turning to Blanche — in inspiring tone] 
Don't be alarmed, my Sister — [With hasty step he 
departs through Middle Rear] 

Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror facing the audience — 
solemnly raising her hands, and looking reverently 
upward — in earnest tone of supplication] Oh! that it 
were the will of All-powerful Heaven, to restore to our 
distracted Country the Peace that made her the Elys- 
ium of Nations! — to stop this Sacrilegious "War!" — this 
Murderous Conflict! — that is filling our delightful and 
surpassingly fertile land, with the desolate Homes of 
weeping Widows and fatherless Orphans! — and whose 
most enduring Monument — [Pointing solemnly ahead down 
to the ground] the gloomy Vaults shall be, which shall 
hold the bones of dead Heroes/ — dead Brothers/ — [With a 
gesture of Horror] brothers slain! — [Stamping the 
ground — in startling tone of condemnation] SLAIN 
BY BROTHERS! 

Colonel Daponte. [He hastily enters through Middle Rear, 
and heads toward Middle Right, eagerly perusing a 
lengthy paper in his hand] 

Confederate Courier. [A Red-Haired, beardless Confederate 
Soldier — under average height — of angular, muscular 
frame, in Boots and Spurs — he bounds in beside the 
Colonel] 

Lieut Burke Davis. { 

Lieut. Blossom. j [Immediately behind they bound in, 
together, and head, Left — toward Front of Tent] 

Private O'Flynn. [A number of Confederate Privates clamor- 
ously bound in at the heels of the Officers— Private 
O'Flynn leading, on their left — looking around at them — 
—in assuring tone] A ''GINERAL ORDHER/''— 



81 Act V. Scene III. 

[A Confederate Private, with bandaged head, limps 
to Door, and looks languidly in] 

[Burke Davis, Blossom, Private O'Flynn, and the 
other Privates, quickly form into a circular line — from 
Front to Rear — before the Colonel and the Courier] 

Colonel Daponte. [Looking across at his men, and holding up 
his document — in tone of gratification] You are highly 
complimented, in '"General Orders"- — 

Private O'Flynn. [The Privates] Hurrah! — Hurrah!— Hurrah! 

Colonel Daponte. For your Patriotism— your Patience— and 
your Bravery — 

Private O'Flynn. [The Privates — in exultant tone] We have 
"whipped" the "Mudsills," everywhere! — Hurrah! — 
Hurrah! 

Colonel Daponte. [Laying down his document and looking 
ruefully at them — in serious tone] Our gallant Army 
is dwindling away fast — [Illustratively holding up his 
document — and falling back, a step — in serious assuring 
tone] and we are now fighting on the "Defensive!" — 
[With a gesture of Horror — illustratively pointing 
around, falling back — in startling tone of alarm] A//(/ 
the enemy in force is closing around us! 

Private O'Flynn. [With gestures of astonishment, the Privates 
hear the startling disclosure] 

Colonel Daponte. [Looking despairingly at his men — in grave 
assuring tone] And the dear ^'Cause' [Glancing con- 
fidently around at his Sister — in emphatic tone] to 
which all of us would give our lives — 

Private O'Flynn. [The Privates — in thrilling Martyr tone] 
We would!— we would! — 

Colonel Daponte. [Holding up his document, and demonstra- 
tively shaking it —in tremulous despairing tone] Is now 
a "LOST CAUSE!"— [He suddenly bows down his 
head] 

Blanche. [From her place near Centre Front — in startling 
determined tone] NO! — [Heroically bounding before 
the vSoldiers, and looking inspiringly at them — in start- 



.82 Act V. Scene III. 

ling emphatic tone] NO! — [Vehemently stamping the 
ground] A "just cause" is never '^lostV — 

Private O'Flynn. [The Privates — looking admiringly at her— 
in rapturous tone of applause] Bravo! — Bravo! — A 
JOAN!— [Yelling to Right Front and to Left Front] 
NO!— NO!— 

Private O'Flynn. [With a gesture of surprise — in tone of ex- 
ultation — Aside] A Second "Maid of Orleans!" — 

Bud Talbot. [Bounding in through Left Front— in startling 
tone of alarm] The "Blue Coats" are coming in force! — 
[Bounding toward the Colonel— in earnest tone] Lieu- 
tenant Pillow and his Men have "Escaped!" — [Pointing 
to Right Front] They are coming this way! — with Major 
Perkins with his whole Command in hot pursuit! — [He 
bounds out through Right Front] 

Private O'Flynn. [Looking inspiringly at his Comrades — in a 
thrilling Exclamation] Our Guns! — [Bounding toward 
Middle Rear] Our Guns! 

Private O'Flynn. [The Other Privates bound after Private 
O'Flynn — Yelling] Our Guns! — Our Guns! — 

Colonel Daponte. [Drawing his sword, he promptly takes 
f)osition, near Right Front] 

Oonfed Courier. [Drawing his sword, he bounds to position, 
at Centre Front] 
^^ieut. Burke Davis. [Drawing his sword, he aligns himself 
in position. Left, near Front] 

Lieut. Blossom. [Turning right round, he bounds into Tent] 

Blanche. [Bounding furiously after him — in sarcastic tone of 
rebuke] Craven! — [With a firm back hold on his Coat 
Collar, immediately emerging from the Tent with Blos- 
som, and throwing him Front — in indignant tone] Did 
you want to show the "White Feather!" — and bring 
disgrace on the "Gray!" — 

Colonel Daponte. [He bounds up to Blanche, and taking firm 
hold of her arm, and starting with her toward Right 
Rear — in tone of solicitude] You will be safe here, my 
Sister — and out of our way — 



83 Act V. Scene lit. 

[Suddenly, the auditory hear the Clashing of Swords, 
the blows of ''Clubbed" Muskets, and the loud impreca- 
tions of bloodthirsty combatants, at a near point, Off, 
Right Front] 

Colonel Daponte. [Suddenly turning round, he bounds toward 
position, Right Front] 

Bud Talbot. [Bounding in through Right Front— pointing 
back — in tone of satisfaction] Lieut. Pillow and his 
Men! — [He bounds out through Left Front] 

Major Perkins. [In bloodthirsty tone] Take them back — 
dead or alive! — 

Lieut. Pillow. [Warding off the heavy blows dealt at him by 
his pursuer, he backs into sight] 

[With their "Clubbed" Muskets defending them- 
selves, the "Grays" back hastily into sight, before the 
"Blue Coats"] 

Blanche. [From Right Rear, she bounds in on the Stage, and 
looking Front, assumes the bearing of a Heroine] 

Lieut. Pillow. [His Sword is immediately stricken from his 

Grasp] 
Major Perkins, [tn bloodthirsty tone] We give no Quarter! — 

Colonel Daponte. [With Sword raised, he bounds in the way 

of the savage "Blue Coat" Officer] 
Bud Talbot. \Hors de combat, he backs hastily in through Left 

Front] 
Lieut. Rhinelander. [With Sword raised, he enters in close 

pursuit] 
Silas Doubleday. [He bounds in beside him] 

[A number of "Blue Coats" bound in at the heels of 

the Officers] 

Lieut Rhinelander. [In German accent— in bloodthirsty tone] 

We take no "Brisners!" — 
Lieut. Burke Davis. [With Sword raised, he bounds in the 

way of the bloodthirsty Rhinelander] 
Silas Doubleday. [Drawing his vSword, he charges upon the 

Confederate Courier] 



84 Act V. Scene III. 

[Before the augmented force of "Blue Coats," the 
"Grays" back precipitantly to Rear] 

Lieut Blossom. [He bounds behind Burke Davis] 

The "Blues." [They are fast putting the "Gra3^s," Hors de 
comhat\ 

Blanche. [Heroically bounding before the "Grays" — in start- 
ling rallying tone] Are you Southern Men! — 

The "Grays." [With a terrible "Yell," they desperately 
charge upon the victorious "Blue Coats," and press 
them back] 

Blanche. [She picks up a Musket dropped by a Blue Coat, and 
fires it at a stalworth "Blue Coat's head] 

Lieut. Blossom. [Groaning, he falls to the ground] 

Blanche. ["Clubbing" her Musket, she bounds to the assist- 
ance of the "Grays"] 

Private O'Flynn. [He bounds in through Middle Rear, and 
"Clubbing" his Musket, leaps with a terrible Yell into 
the midst of the "Blue Coats" — and striking right and 
left, brings down one with every blow] 

Colonel Daponte. [He is noticed fighting desperately on the 
defensive] 

Lieut. Burke Davis. [He is precipitantly backing from his 
savage antagonist] 

Major Perkins. [In bloodthirsty tone] We give no 

"Quarter!" — 
Blanche. [Throwing down her Musket, she bounds for 

another one — lying on the ground] 

Lieut. Rhinelander. [In bloodthirsty tone] We take no 
"Brisners!" — 

Silas Doubleday. ) 

Confederate Courier, j [They clinch, and both go down — 
and rolling on the ground, they are noticed fighting 
furiously] 

Colonel Daponte. [He falls on one Knee] 

Blanche. [With a bound she stands beside her Brother, with 
her Musket determinedly aimed at his savage antag- 
onist's head] 



85 Act V. Scene III. 

Major Perkins. [He promptly drops his arms to his sides] 

Blanche |In startling determined tone] We give no 
"Quarter!" — 
' Lieut. Rhinelander. [With Sword raised, he savagely starts 
to the relief of his superior Officer] 

Private O'Flynn. [Bounding to cross the murderous ''Blue 
Coat" Officer — in startling tone of determination] 
No!— You don't! — [In an instant he is in Rhinelander's 
way, and has him looking into the Muzzle of his 
formidable Musket] 

Lieut. Rhinelander. [Trembling, and looking aghast, he drops 
his arms to his sides] 

Private O'Flynn. [Looking determinedly at him — in retorting 
tone] We take no Prisoners! — 

Confederate Courier. [Planting his heel on the chest of his 
antagonist — stretched on the ground, Hors de cojnbat — 
and straightening himself to his full height, he tri- 
umphantly waves aloft his Sword] 

[A startling shout of triumph comes from the "Grays," 
at Rear] 

[Immediately, with awe-inspiring solemnity, A 
LARGE WHITE BANNER shows slowly entering at 
Left Rear, and extending across the vStage — showing 
inscribed on it, as it develops, unintelligible Large 
Black Letters] 

[The "fighting is immediately suspended, and with 
gestures of Solicitude, the combatants look Rear] 

[Suddenly a Clattering— as that of a Horseman ap- 
proaching at a high rate of speed — comes from Off, 
Left Rear] 

[As the Clattering comes from a nearer point, inces- 
sant loud Cheering comes from Off, Left Rear] 

[Immediately, the rapid firing of Cannon comes from 
Off, Left Rear — and will continue to the Fall of the 
Curtain] 

[Immediately, a "Blue Coat" Courier dashes past, 
with a Coal Black Steed carrying waving above his 



86 Act V. Scene III. 

head, a Starry Banner — immediately followed by a mob 
of "Blue Coats," shouting joyfully; and the White Ban- 
ner—extending across the Stage — shows inscribed on it^ 
the mysterious word APPOMATTOX] 

[Immediately, the Confederate Flag descends rapidly, 
from Its high place on the Flagstaff ; and the "Stars and 
Stripes" ascends on the opposite side] 

[The Confederates promptly throw down their arms, 
and with heads bowed Start Front] 

[With heads erect, the Blue Coats form into Line 
across the Stage — at Middle— facing Rear, and exult- 
ingly looking at their victorious Flag] 

[The Confederates quickly form into Line across the 
Stage — facing Front, with heads bowed] 

[The Confederate Flag descends out of sight, and the 
"Stars and Stripes" waves at the top of the Flagstaff] 

[Immediately the Band plays the "Star Spangled 
Banner"] 

[The Confederates quickly turn round, and bow to 
the "Old Flag"] 

[The Blue Coats promptly turn round, and bounding 
Front, cordially take by the hand, their gallant and 
patriotic late antagonists] 

[Bounding Front, and withdrawing from her bosom, 
a glittering Starry Banner, and rapturously looking at 
the audience, Blanche patriotically waves aloft, the Old 
Flag that she had never ceased to admire] 

[Tableau.] 

[End of Scene III.] 

[end of act v.] 



